Chapter Summary: Chapter 784 How Did Mr. Poole Come? – Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh by Internet
In Chapter 784 How Did Mr. Poole Come?, a key moment in the Internet novel Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh, Internet delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
In the blink of an eye, the day of the Turner family banquet had arrived.
In the evening, under the dark blue night sky, the Turner family mansion was brightly lit, appearing both desolate and lively.
Young men and women dressed in their finest clothing got out of their cars one after another, finally gathering together. Each person wore expensive diamond jewelry on their necks, wrists, and ears.
Vivian wore a black evening gown and high heels. She was surrounded by a crowd of admirers as she looked at the scene of the mansion's front gate with almost no cars. She smirked sarcastically and walked in with her head held high.
The Turner family was hosting guests today, and even if there were no invitations, they would naturally not turn anyone away. Therefore, the group entered the Turner family's hall smoothly.
The luxurious hall was empty, and hardly anyone could be seen.
Vivian brushed a strand of hair away from her ear and sneered, "With such a big fuss, it would be embarrassing if there weren't many people coming."
A rich lady next to her looked at Freddie, who was standing beside Vivian with a gloomy expression, and giggled, "I heard that Miss Turner couldn't find anyone to send out the invitations. In the end, only one invitation was sent out. In the entire capital, I've never seen anything so shabby..."
"It's normal for someone who grew up outside the city to be superficial," the lady continued, looking at the two golden diamond dragons winding around the stairs of the Turner family. She paused for a moment and then laughed, "The Turner family hasn't hosted a banquet in twenty years, so we can understand their desire to appear wealthy. But to use fake decorations, is this not a deliberate attempt to make us laugh?"
"In that case, Miss Turner should be grateful to Mr. Shaw and Miss Shaw for condescending to come and support her. She really needs to thank you both," the lady said, pretending to sigh.
"Why does this Miss Turner have such a small mind?" another rich lady said. "If it were at any other time, perhaps it would look better, but tonight is the birthday of Miss Riddle. Most of the aristocratic families have gone to the Riddle family's celebration. The birthday cannot be changed, but the Turner family's banquet could have been held on any other day. Selena, however, couldn't let it go and wanted to show off. It's obvious she's holding a grudge and has a competitive mindset. Compared to the current pathetic scene, it's really sad..."
"Penelope's birthday, the Riddle family, who were the most likely to come, definitely won't show up tonight. Compared to that, Miss Turner is going to cry on the spot later, which will surely be funny."
A group of socialites, completely disregarding the host's face, constantly taunted and sneered.
The butler stood aside, heard the words, looked at the women with a strange expression, and turned to order, "It's time, prepare to welcome the guests."
The Turner family's servants laid out the red carpet all the way to the door, and the lights in the hall brightened a bit.
Almost at the moment when the servant had just laid out the red carpet, a white luxury car stopped at the door.
A handsome young man jumped out of the car with one hand pushing the door, and ran towards the entrance.
A group of socialite girls in the hall turned their heads when they heard the sound, and saw two white figures walking towards them, all exclaimed in surprise.
"Mr. Pearce! Mr. Brooks! How come they are here?"
Vivian clenched her fists, her face slightly pale. Richard would come, as she expected. After all, Osvaldo would definitely come tonight, and he had a good relationship with Luke.
She just didn't expect that the usually indifferent James Pearce would also come to join in the fun.
James's indifferent gaze swept over Freddie's face, said nothing, and went to the side.
Only by consoling themselves in this way could the women control the jealousy constantly bubbling up from within.
It should be known that Christ was a cold person. Not to mention anyone else, he didn't even ask about Winnie Poole's birthday. This was his first public appearance at a capital socialite's banquet, and regardless of the reason, it was extremely enviable.
In addition, for some unknown reason, Freddie, the fourth son of capital, abandoned the Riddle family and chose the Turner family. This added to the envy of the young ladies, who had almost engraved their competitiveness into their bones.
The women had just barely suppressed the bitterness in their hearts and returned to their normal expressions, ready to greet the few young masters they rarely saw, when a sudden clear voice interrupted them.
"Brother, hurry up!"
The group instinctively looked up and saw two figures holding hands walking in, and their collective expression changed.
The young ladies stumbled and almost lost their balance. Hattie on the left wore a small blue dress and little boots, with a lively and cold gaze, like a small porcelain doll. Leon on the right wore a white suit, with delicate eyes, looking elegant like jade.
The siblings held hands and walked in, creating an extremely harmonious picture.
Vivian's face was also extremely unpleasant, and she couldn't help but ask, "It's Penelope's birthday tonight. Mr. Riddle and Miss Riddle should be celebrating with her at the Riddle family, so why come to the Turner family for fun?"
Hattie's face turned cold at the sight of her, and she looked at the group of women with undisguised disgust. "What does it have to do with you where my brother and I are? Also, Selena didn't send you an invitation, so why are you coming here for attention?"
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