His Heiress Wife (Retika)
Chapter 12: The Focus of All the Gossip

Chapter 12: The Focus of All the Gossip

Quince unhappily looked at Melody with a scowl.This child really doesn't know anything, no wonder shewasn't loved.

"Melody, you should go and change." Quince told her.

"Today, there will be many of the top families from California attending Mr.David's banquet. If youchange into better clothes, people will avoid talking about you."

Melody's face was calm, as Quince didn't even scold her, and she was just a bystander who stayed outof it.

"People are going to run their mouths all they want. Why should I care?"

Quince became angry by her attitude because out of all his years of living, no one but Alistair dared totalk to him like this.

But before he lost his temper, Melody was already ahead of him.

"If you don't like it, then forget it! I won't go!"

This time, Quince was speechless!

"Wait a minute!"

Quince recovered from the moment of shock and saw that Melody really turned around to leave.Heimmediately shouted to grab her attention.

Melody stopped in her tracks and looked at him indifferently.

With a helpless expression on his face, Quince waved her off with a frown.

"If that's what you want to wear, then fine! Wear it! It's already getting late! Let's go out!"

Since it was Quince who had spoken, even Elizabeth didn't dare to question him.Let alone Reagan orCharles.The Sullivans arrived at Mr.David's home in a grand manner.

Just as Quince said, there were a lot of people form wealthy families in California.

It seemed that all of them had found out that Mr.David was a family man, and all of them came withtheir family members to impress him.

The place they came to was Mr.David's old house, but because they had returned to live in the country,it had been renovated.

It was a large manor left behind by the French from the 19th Century.Its design was especiallyexquisite and beautiful.

Mr.David's ancestor was also a famous figure in California.His ancestor left behind a lot of industriesand that was his legacy.

The moment that the Sullivan Family entered the manor, they immediately caught everyone's attention.

Recently, a lot of drama had happened within the Sullivan family, and now everyone was lookingforward to see it again.

First, everyone noticed Melody who was walking at the back.

The reason why they noticed her first was because she was completely out of place compared to therest of her family who was dressed up.

She had dressed even worse than the servants at the scene.

There were rich ladies at the party that liked to gather together and gossip about the rich and powerfulfamilies.

Seeing that they would have so much fun, they instantly Started to gossip again.

"Hey, did you see that?"

Mrs.Adams whispered, "The one walking at the back is the jinx from the Sullivans, she just came backand took all the property!"

"I know!"

Mrs.Brown exclaimed, "I saw it at the funeral.Why is she still wearing such shabby clothes? It's reallyembarrassing! She's the daughter or a Sullivan for goodness sake.I wonder why they don't give heranything else to wear? Even if the property is written under her name, then what's the use of it?"

Mrs.Cole had a mysterious look on her face, as if she knew better.

"That's because you don't know anything.I heard that this jinx brought bad luck to the Sullivanfamily.The old man of the Sullivans died because he didn't get along with her" She said, "Who wouldwant to get close with that kind of person? I don't know what tricks Alistair was playing.It's reallyconfusing."

The three women discussed with one another again.

As the person involved in all of the gossip, Melody sat at the side of the room in clear boredom whilethey all discussed about her.She had good hearing, and she heard everything clearly.But just like whatshe had told Quince, people are going to say whatever they want, and it's their freedom to do so.Shedidn't care about it, and she couldn't be bothered to care about it.

Suddenly, from a small distance, a commotion happened.It disrupted Melody's rhythm and attracted herattention.She turned her head in interest, wanting to see what had happened.