Letitia burst out, "Jessa was drunk and identally spilled wine on Yvonne''s dress, so Yvonne deliberately kicked over the champagne tower and soaked us! Isn''t Mrs. Thompson going too far?"


    "When Ms. Lane spills wine on my wife, it''s an ''ident.'' When my wife bumps into


    a champagne tower, it''s ''deliberate.'' Is my wife the one going too far, or is Ms. Bishop being a bully?" Bet''s tone was light, but his words were heavy.


    Letitia knew she''d crossed a line and wisely shut her mouth.


    Jessa was much smarter than Letitia. She kept her head down and said nothing, making no attempt to argue with Bet.


    Although she had only recently returned to the country and wasn''t familiar with Istra''s high-society families, she had been repeatedly warned by her family not to cross the Thompsons.


    "Ms. Lane identally spilled wine on my wife, and my wife identally bumped into the champagne tower. Since the Thompson family''s hospitality is clearlycking, we won''t detain you two any longer."


    Bet then turned to the ind''s manager. "Sean, what time does the boat depart tomorrow morning? Please arrange for Ms. Lane and Ms. Bishop to be on it."


    "Right away, Mr. Thompson," Sean immediately nodded in agreement.


    Without another nce at anyone else, Bet lowered his gaze to Yvonne, the coldness in his eyes finally melting into warmth. He adjusted the jacket on her shoulders, and in the next moment, swept her up into his arms and walked away.


    After Bet left with Yvonne, the lively bonfire party fell into a sudden, dead silence.


    Jessa and Letitia were left standing there, disheveled and humiliated, under the scrutinizing and usatory res of everyone present.


    The crash of the champagne tower had been loud enough to be heard by Thomas, who had been some distance away.


    He only just arrived and, after asking a staff member what had happened, finally understood the whole story.


    Being publicly kicked out by Bet was an intense humiliation for both Jessa and Letitia.


    When Jessa saw Thomas, it was as if she''d found a lifeline. Her eyes immediately reddened, and she looked at him with teary eyes.


    Although Thomas had been dismissive of her, she was, after all, his guest. Her expulsion reflected poorly on him as well.


    Besides, the Taylor and Lane


    families were nning a marriage alliance, they were likely to be


    husband and wife Even if there were no feelings now they could be cultivated after marriage.


    "Mr. Taylor," Jessa''s voice choked with emotion, as if she had been terribly wronged.


    And she did feel wronged. If she had known this would happen, she never would have provoked Yvonne.


    "I... I had too much to drink just now, that''s why I identally spilled wine on Mrs. Thompson''s dress. I really didn''t mean to."


    "Are you sober now?" Thomas asked, his voice devoid of emotion.


    Jessa thought he was showing concern and nodded with a slight blush. "My head''s clear now, just a little headache."


    "Since you''re sober, you''d better go pack your things. The boat leaves the ind at five in the morning. Don''t bete." With that, Thomas ced his ss on a nearby table, turned, and strode away.


    With both Bet and Thomas gone, the bonfire party seemed to lose its spark.


    Most of the people present were


    from the Thompson Group, and they had relished the rare opportunity to interact with the formidable Bet Thompson and the screen icon Thomas Taylor. But thanks to Jessa, and Letitia''s drama, both men had left.


    Everyone now looked at the two women with expressions of clear disapproval and me.


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