Chapter 335: Reunion With Merry

Married?! Morgan’s eyes widened in disbelief. The man I’d just taken an interest in—already claimed?! Her gaze swept over Summer with blatant disdain, hostility radiating off her in waves.

I recognized her now—she was the same woman who had stolen the spotlight earlier, overshadowing me, the host’s granddaughter! The thought made Morgan’s blood boil. A man like Fraser, born into nobility, should naturally be paired with someone like me—a true socialite. How could he have fallen for this low-class gold-digger?!

Summer met her glare head-on. The air between them crackled with tension. Morgan shot her a venomous look, but Summer simply turned away, indifferent. Being ignored like this was a first for Morgan. A fire raged in her chest.

In the villa’s back hall, Morgan lit a cigarette, took a sharp drag, and snapped at her lackeys, “Find out everything about that woman.” Liliah and Sasha, her ever-loyal followers, flanked her. Liliah twirled a strand of hair with her manicured red nails. “I thought you weren’t interested in Mr. Graham? Why the sudden curiosity about his fiancée?”

Morgan exhaled smoke irritably. “Just do it. Stop wasting my time.”

Sasha, licking frosting off her cake, chimed in lazily, “When the Graham Group announced their engagement, every socialite in Havenbrook already dug up her dirt. She was dirt-poor before being ‘recognized’ by the Stewart family at 20. Threw tantrums, kicked out sweet Margaret and her mother—real classy. And guess how she climbed up? Slept her way through every powerful man in sight. First, she latched onto Trevor, but he dumped her for his first love. So she set her sights on Fraser next. Lucky for her, she got pregnant. Now the Bossman has to marry her.”

Morgan slammed her cigarette into the ashtray, grinding it violently. “That bitch has some nerve! Damn, I totally looked down on this kind of woman. Getting into men’s beds for money and status.” Everyone was unsatisfied with her. But after some heiress leaked her scandals to a magazine, the entire publishing house mysteriously went bankrupt overnight. Now, no one dares touch her.

Morgan’s fury burned hotter. Since when did anyone in Havenbrook outshine me in arrogance?! “I’m going to teach her a lesson.”

Liliah hesitated. “But…Mr. Graham is here.”

Morgan scoffed. “Coward! This is my family’s turf. That cheap slut won’t leave unharmed.”

On her way to the restroom, Summer spotted a familiar face—Merry, dressed in server attire, carrying a tray. Merry? After sending me that apology over WhatsApp, she’d vanished. Merry looked up and froze when she saw Summer.

“S-Summer…”

Summer studied her uniform. “You work here?”

“Just a side gig. Pays 137 dollars per day,” Merry replied.

A pause. Then, Summer asked softly, “Are you….doing okay?”

Guilt crushed Merry. She’d been too ashamed to face Summer after being fooled by Sienna into nearly getting her killed. Now, hearing Summer’s concern, her eyes welled up.

“Summer, I…I never meant to….I’m so sorry.”

“You’ve apologized plenty over text,” Summer said.

Merry bit her lip, tears spilling. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Just pretend you never knew me.”

She turned to leave, but Summer caught her arm. “It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know.”

Merry stared at her, trembling. “Y-You…don’t hate me? Because of my mistake…My carelessness…You nearly died.”

Merry burst into tears. “Summer…”

“Go on. You’re on the clock. Crying in front of guests isn’t professional.”

Nodding vigorously, Merry wiped her face. “I’ll—I’ll message you later!”

As she hurried off, she suddenly doubled back. “Oh! Summer, about Sienna—after she drugged you, I tried to confront her. But her whole family vanished. Rumor says they fled overseas.”