Chapter 877:
Once everyone had settled into the living room, Joselyn gave Yolanda a sneaky little wink.
Yolanda flinched slightly, clearly not eager to move from her seat. Why her? Wasn’t it supposed to be Katie doing the dirty work?
“Ouch… My stomach hurts…” Katie suddenly groaned, clutching her stomach as if in real agony. “I need to use the bathroom.” She shot Yolanda a pointed glance and added, “Yolanda, come with me.”
Yolanda didn’t want to get herself involved, but she had no choice but to go along with the act. “You must’ve eaten something bad. I warned you not to eat just anything, but you never listen,” she said quickly, her tone filled with measured worry but subtly laced with scolding, as she rushed to help Katie up.
Christina shot a casual, almost unnoticeable glance toward Aylin.
That single look was all Aylin needed to understand exactly what Christina expected of her.
“Katie and Yolanda are thick as thieves. They go everywhere together—like shadows,” Christina remarked lightly, distracting Joselyn.
At the same time, Aylin quietly slipped away to tail Katie and Yolanda, who were supposedly headed for the bathroom.
Joselyn noticed nothing suspicious. She just assumed Christina was bitter about how close Katie and Yolanda were.
Honestly, Joselyn thought it made perfect sense. In her eyes, Yolanda’s family was miles ahead of Christina’s. More importantly, Yolanda got along splendidly with the Dawson family. Unlike Christina—no matter how hard she tried, she never seemed to fit in.
To Joselyn, Christina was crude and inferior, totally unworthy of someone like Brendon. Of course, Christina would be jealous of Yolanda.
𝖀𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗲𝗅𝘀․𝗰𝗈𝗺
With an air of superiority, Joselyn sipped her coffee as if she were sitting on a throne. She placed her cup back down and remarked with a smug little smirk, “Naturally. Yolanda’s background, her character, her talent—they all shine. She’s brilliant in every way. The only woman good enough for my son. Once she wins the global design competition this year, she’ll have the chance to apprentice under Allison.”
She paused deliberately before continuing, as if offering a precious nugget of knowledge. “Allison is a world-famous fashion design master. Do you know what an honor it is to become her protégé? Every design prodigy dreams of it.”
Before Christina could get a single word in, Joselyn let out a condescending laugh. “I must be losing my mind, even bothering to tell you all this. What could someone like you possibly know? A caregiver who handles the grunt work wouldn’t know the first thing about fashion.”
The more Joselyn ran her mouth, the more Bethel’s expression darkened.
But Christina just kept smiling, utterly unfazed. She watched Joselyn gloat like some deluded queen—and in her eyes, it was pure comedy. For someone like them, becoming Allison’s protégé might be the pinnacle of achievement. If only they knew that she wasn’t some background player—she was Allison’s mentor. If they found out, they’d probably faint from shock on the spot.
As far as Christina was concerned, Joselyn’s mocking tone and smug arrogance only made her look ridiculous—a self-important clown putting on a show.
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