Chapter 120 Maisie's Plot

Maisie's hand clenched so tightly that it left a trail of blood. She thought to herself, "These treacherous scoundrels, who is Benedict's future wife still undecided!" Maisie had prepared in advance before coming. Tonight would be the night Cordelia's reputation crumbled! Unable to locate Benedict, Cordelia settled into a seat, her high heels causing her considerable discomfort. A waiter brought a glass of orange juice and some pastries. Cordelia took a sip of the juice but didn't touch the food. "You're Mrs. Radcliffe, aren't you? Well, you're not much to look at," came a mocking voice from beside her. Cordelia merely glanced disdainfully at the overdressed woman, ignoring her entirely. The woman, seeing Cordelia's indifference, grew even angrier. "Who do you think you are? Do you really think you can hold onto Mrs. Radcliffe's position? You have nothing compared to Maisie in terms of status and standing. If it weren't for your mother's tricks, securing such a good opportunity fo