Chapter 847

Queenie's face was beet red. It wasn't from embarrassment but from the scalding soup she had endured earlier. She glared at Hazel and spat, "Who said Vincent's harassing you? He'd have to be blind to even look at you! "You're just like your mother—a conniving little whore. No matter how bad things get in my family, we'd never stoop low enough to want someone like you!" As Queenie's words echoed through the room, Vincent felt a cold sweat slide down his forehead despite the summer heat. Was his mother insane? Did she not notice Oliver sitting calmly next to Hazel, clearly there to back her up? Vincent had kept Hazel's true identity a secret from his mother for a reason. He knew that Queenie had a big mouth and could not resist gossiping during her endless card games. One careless comment and Hazel's real status would be out, making his pursuit of her infinitely more complicated. Yet, even with Oliver in front of her, Queenie still dared to insult Hazel publicly. Vincent's brain work