BXBX NOVEL Chapter 273: Oh
Women who appear in the Graves family residence must have extraordinary backgrounds, either coming from distinguished families or being famous actresses.
Purple Summers looked up and saw a woman standing at the entrance, dressed in a silver-gray fox fur coat, frowning and examining them.
The woman’s face looked young, but her attire was more mature. Her hair was styled in delicate, fluffy curls with bright lipstick which exuded charm.
“How fortunate, Ms. Foster is here today too.” Lester Williams greeted the woman.
She too had just arrived, still wearing her coat and carrying her bag, not having enough time to go inside.
Purple Summers heard Lester call her Ms. Foster and guessed she must be Bella Foster, the third-grade student Grey had mentioned before.
Bella Foster’s cold gaze swept over Purple Summers and Yolanda Summers, pausing briefly on Yolanda with a look of disgust and contempt, “What are they doing here?”
Yolanda, usually haughty and arrogant, was unusually docile today as she lowered her eyes without speaking since they were in Gavin Graves’ residence.
“They are friends of Mr. Jefferson,” Lester said with a smile, not revealing Purple Summers’ identity. “The young master is still waiting, so I’m afraid Ms. Foster will have to wait a little longer.”
This implied that Gavin Graves wanted to see the people Lester had brought first.
Bella Foster frowned in displeasure, but as Lester was Gavin Graves’ chief steward, she dared not offend him easily and forcibly suppressed her dissatisfaction as she walked into the house.
Inside the living room, the Italian-style crystal chandelier shone brightly, luxurious marble floors laid with dark green carpets resembling seaweed, and a blazing fire in the fireplace providing warmth.
Lester asked Purple Summers and the others to sit and rest while he went upstairs to report their arrival.
Inside the warm room, Bella Foster took off her fur coat, and Yolanda unbuttoned her down jacket. By coincidence, both were wearing cashmere dresses of the same color underneath, with form-fitting silhouettes accentuating their figures. Even their deep V-necklines and necklace styles were nearly identical.
Comparing the two, Yolanda seemed to have a slight edge. After all, Bella Foster was two years younger and not as developed as Yolanda.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room was subtle.
Bella Foster’s gaze at Yolanda was not only disgusted but also tinged with resentment.
Women hate encountering someone wearing the same outfit, especially when they find that the same outfit looks better on the other person.
This hostility was so apparent that even Marcel Jefferson could almost sense it.
Only Purple Summers remained composed, nestled in her thick down jacket, quietly enjoying the warmth.
During her periods, she always felt extra sensitive to the cold.
The short wait was uncomfortable for everyone, and Marcel Jefferson drank tea in quick succession, feeling uneasy as if sitting on needles.
Finally, Lester returned.
Young Master Graves invites the two of you upstairs,” Lester said, referring to Purple Summers and Marcel Jefferson.
Marcel Jefferson gratefully got up without delay but both ladies at his side showed surprise!
“Mr. Williams, did you not tell Young Master Graves that I was here? Did he ask me to go upstairs?” Bella Foster stood up to ask.
Yolanda also wanted to ask, but her status was not as high as Bella Foster’s, so she could only watch Lester anxiously with her eyes.
Lester’s smile remained unchanged, and he calmly repeated, “Young Master Graves has invited Miss Purple Summers and Mr. Marcel Jefferson upstairs.”
His words were clear, and to ask further would undoubtedly be embarrassing themselves.
Bella Foster’s face stiffened for a moment, her lips pursed as she sat back down. She still held some respect for Lester.
Suppressing her eagerness, Yolanda brought out her gentle smile and told Purple Summers, “Auntie, I’ll wait for you here. Don’t be nervous or scared when you go upstairs…”
She deliberately emphasized the word “scared,” subtly hinting that Purple Summers should request her presence out of fear.
But Purple Summers stood up expressionlessly, nodded, and simply responded,
“Oh.”