Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law

Chapter 297 Fury of Young Master Huo (1)_1



"Alright."

Orlando Evans's alluring face darkened. She had guessed correctly. Adele Horne indeed turned out to be a foolish woman who only knew how to eat, drink, and be merry, unable to even handle such a trivial matter. It was just a few dozen photo collections—casually leaving one here and one there would have gotten the job done. And yet, she failed! It made Orlando wonder if Adele's head was made of paper, since it seemed utterly useless.

Sometimes, she seriously doubted if Adele and Glades Horne were born of the same mother. How could one be so sharp, never content even after calculating against everyone, while the other was so stupid she could be sold off and would still help count the money on behalf of others?

But now that Adele Horne had asked her to meet at the Blue Moon Pub, she had to go. She was also curious how exactly Adele had failed.

So Orlando picked up her purse and car keys and slipped out the door without informing her parents.

"Hong, where are you going?" Orlando's mother saw her leaving and couldn't help but ask. Then she added, "It's a critical period with the new leadership selection. Don't stay out too late tonight, okay? And definitely stay away from those seedy places. If someone recognizes you, your father and I can forget about climbing the ladder. Your dad has been nominated for the Head Secretary position. He's been a deputy for so many years; it's about time for a promotion. But if there are any issues, we might lose even the little status we have."

Orlando's parents had been obsessed with prestige their whole lives, but despite fighting and striving for most of it, they remained in limbo.

With a chance for a promotion now in sight, they were even more cautious than ever. If they lost their position because of some other issue, their lives would be over, as there would be no chance of getting back up again.

"The way you talk about that little bit of status you have, anyone out there would laugh if I mentioned it," Orlando mocked. Although she could be considered the child of a high-ranking cadre, when compared to her peers, she was from the bottom layer. In the circles of high-ranking families, the Evans Family wouldn't be taken seriously if not for the financial backing from her uncle.

"Hong, you..." Orlando's mother was livid with anger from her words.

But Orlando couldn't be bothered with her mother any longer. She yanked open the door to her house and left, driving her Chevrolet straight to the Blue Moon Pub. As she drove, resentment toward the Bluen Family sisters churned within her. If not for the Bluen sisters, she might have been able to successfully seduce Glades Horne. Even if she couldn't marry him, at least she could have worn the title of his woman, right? That would have been helpful to her and the whole Evans Family; her parents might even have been promoted without issue, and her own value would have risen. But after all her efforts, she had ended up with nothing to show for it. How could she accept that? To become Glades's woman, she had remained chaste, dismissing many men who pursued her with feigned disinterest. All this for Glades Horne—she had stripped naked and crawled into his bed, but he had ignored her as if she were invisible, tossing her out of the room with indifference. If he hadn't married Julia Bluen, she would have even suspected he was an impotent fraud of a man. The fact that he married Julia Bluen just proved to her that he wasn't impotent; he simply had zero interest in her. And her figure was clearly better than Julia Bluen's—Julia's bust wasn't as perky as hers either!

If everyone couldn't understand it, how could Orlando?

「The Blue Moon Pub.」

This was the optimal spot for nightlife.

As night fell, it welcomed crowds of business tycoons, high-level white-collar workers, and the elite. Some sought stress relief and relaxation, some gathered with friends, and others were here fishing for wealthy husbands. Almost everyone who came here had status. Just snagging any one of them would satisfy any gold-digger's dreams.

Orlando arrived first. Her residence was only a little over a ten-minute drive from the Blue Moon Pub, so she naturally arrived before Adele Horne.

She didn't immediately enter the pub, instead standing at the entrance waiting for Adele Horne. It wasn't long before Adele arrived. Orlando keenly noticed that Adele's eyes were somewhat red. She had likely been crying. Orlando felt her own heart sink further.

Could it be that Glades had been harsh to Adele? Glades was a clever man; would he have figured out that Adele's actions were instigated by her? Would he come after her? Orlando was worried. It couldn't be possible, could it? Adele had been helping her for more than a day or two. If Glades intended to come after her, wouldn't he have done it by now?

The two women entered the pub, picked a table in the corner, and sat down. As soon as she was seated, Adele burst out angrily, "Orlando, I'm so furious! Julia Bluen dared to hit me and even lectured me. I've never been hit in my life, and she had the nerve to do it."

All the way there, she had grown angrier the more she thought about it, crying for a while. She felt incredibly wronged, believing her Big Brother's heart was too biased, not on her side at all anymore. She was his only sister, after all! How could he bear to favor an outsider over her and treat her so poorly?

"Julia Bluen hit you? Where did she hit you?" Orlando's eyes lit up, a deceitful glint flashing within them as new schemes surfaced. She would pretend to share Adele's hatred to coax the truth out of her.

Adele immediately brought the side of her face that had been hit by Julia Bluen over for Orlando to see, pointing to it and saying, "She hit me on this side of my face."

Under the colorful lighting of the pub, Orlando scrutinized Adele's stricken face, a trace of disappointment flashing in her eyes. Julia had been too gentle; even the redness had faded, making it difficult to find any trace of her having been hit. Orlando figured Julia must have been just putting on a show. She couldn't help but sneer internally. Why hadn't Julia hit harder? If it were her, she would have ensured Adele's face swelled like a pig's head. She had long been enduring Adele herself.

"Adele, I can't see any marks from being hit," Orlando said nonetheless.

"My brother was there too. That damn woman probably didn't dare use too much force because of that. But she did hit me, and I'm furious." Even if Julia Bluen had hit her just for show, it made Adele exceedingly angry and deeply humiliated.


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