CEO's Revengeful Queen

Chapter 13: Annetta Is So Thick-Skinned!

These idiots just liked licking the Rivera family's boots. They agreed with whatever Elizabeth said

regardless of the truth.

Annetta looked sharply at the shop assistant. She tilted her head and said with a faint smile, "What if I

just want this gown?"

The woman seemed to be smiling, but her smile did not reach her eyes. The shop assistant felt that her

glare was sinister and eerie.

The shop assistant was puzzled. At a second glance, she realized that she had read things wrongly.

She sighed with relief as she thought, "What harm could an ugly person like Annetta do to her?"

Young Master Ethan had not come even though he had ordered the gown for Annetta. Based on the

murmurings around her, the shop assistant could roughly tell that this woman was just Young Master

Ethan's pet. How could she even compare with the lady of the Rivera family?

Not to mention that even Young Master Ethan's assistant, Howard, was on Miss Rivera's side!

The shop assistant suddenly turned and looked at Annetta with contempt and disdain. She said to

Annetta coldly, "Miss White, this is for your own good. You don't want to offend Miss Rivera because of

a gown, do you?"

"Hah, you're just a lowly maid who climbed into Young Master Ethan's bed. How dare you try and fight

Miss Rivera for this gown? " Mrs. Ward, who had ties with the Rivera family, sneered at Annetta.

Mrs. Price, Mrs. Ward's friend, also mocked her saying, "You're just a lowly maid. Do you think you can

climb up the ranks just because you're wearing a pretty gown? Even in fine clothes, a lowly servant girl

is still a lowly servant girl!"

Annetta looked at the noble ladies in front of her and suddenly burst out in laughter. It grew louder and

louder as if she had heard something utterly ridiculous.

The ladies who had just scolded her looked at her maniacal outburst. Mrs. James backed away, "What

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Annetta glowered at Mrs. James coldly, "Mrs. James, if I remember correctly, your husband also has a

disability in his legs. What would Uncle James think if he knew that you discriminated against disabled

people?

Mrs. James immediately frowned.

Annetta turned and fixed her eyes on the Ward's.

“I call you Mrs. Ward here out of respect. You keep accusing me of fighting for clothes with ‘Ethan’s

genuine lover.’ Even though everyone calls you Mrs. Ward, have you forgotten that you are just Uncle

Ward’s outside mistress?”

Then she turned to Mrs. Price, who had called her a lowly servant girl. "The Price family has always

been a family of etiquette and Uncle Harry knows etiquette best. By calling me a lowly servant girl, you

have shown us how 'polite' the Price family really is!"

Mrs. Ward and Mrs. Price were suddenly rendered speechless by Annetta's words and had no

comeback.

Annetta ignored them and looked at the shop assistant, "You don't know how to respect guests since

you are just a lowly shop assistant. Therefore, I would like to speak to your manager."

The shop assistant was shocked when she heard Annetta ask for the manager. She didn't know what

to do. Just then, Elizabeth spoke up, "Miss White, you are now in Designer S' main store in our country,

not in the Harris family. No one will be like Ethan spoiling you here."

She looked as though she was advising Annetta. But in reality, she was mocking her, thinking she

could do whatever she wanted as long as Ethan was on her side.

The ladies, who had been rendered speechless by Annetta's scolding, were relieved. They taunted

Annetta saying, "That's right. What right do you have to demand to see the manager? Don't think that

you are anyone important!

When the shop assistant heard this, she immediately knew that Miss Rivera was backing her up, and

her arrogance grew. She did not have any respect for Annetta at all. "I'm sorry, Miss White. The store

manager is not someone that some people can meet as and when they please."

The 'some people' obviously referred to Annetta, but she was not ruffled at all. She simply took out her

handphone and said, "That's fine, I'll just give him a call."

She said this as she dialled a number on her phone.

"You know the manager of this store?"

Elizabeth asked suspiciously.

Everyone knew that Designer S' identity was a mystery.