Chapter 271 Delusions
Only three women were left on the lawn. Unlike Patricia, Camila didn’t have any profound thoughts about the situation. Instead, she rolled her eyes and complained, “What’s so fun about archery? My hands hurt!”
Patricia responded coldly, “I told you that you’d only drag Mr. Swanson down. Ms. Jackson, you need to have some self–awareness. What’s the point of forcibly taking something? If you can’t handle it, then you can’t handle it. In the end, you’ll still lose,”
This remark wasn’t just about archery. It also hinted at relationships with men.
Camila was not being entirely foolish. She caught the underlying meaning
“You
she snapped, turning sharply to face Patricia. But Patricia stood there casually. She held an umbrella with one hand and crossed her arms.
Sunlight bathed her, highlighting her legs, which were so fair they reflected the light
Patricia’s beauty was dazzling, Camila suddenly realized that having Patricia hold the umbrella for her, initially intended as a humiliation, had backfired Standing together, Camila only ended up embarrassing herself.
Camila was already furious with Patricia. She was further enraged by her sarcastic tone. She pushed her hard. “You wretch! How dare you stand beside me.”
Patricia didn’t expect her to push her, caught off guard. She was pushed back a few steps and accidentally stepped on Emelie’s foot. She instinctively said, “I’m sorry…”
Before Emelie could respond, Camila launched in to another trade.
“Stop pretending to be so cultured! I know your character. You think a pretty face can temporarily dazzle a man, and you start imagining yourself as their queen? You’re pathetic. “When men get bored of you, they’ll toss you aside and forget you ever existed!”
Emelle looked up at her, while Patricia retorted coldly, “Camila, have you lost your mind? She’s under Mr. Middleton’s protection.”
“So what? You were under Mr. Middleton’s protection before too, weren’t you?” Camila sneered,
“Don’t think I don’t know everything. I’ve done my research. You started with Bryan, and when he got tired of you, he passed you to Mr. Middleton. Now that he’s bored of you too, he’s moved on to his new favorite–her.
“In this situation, Mr. Middleton will also grow tired of her soon enough, whether It’s Ms. Hoven or Ms. Ruiz They’ll be cast aside just the same.”
she boasted arrogantly, “But I’m different from you both. I came from the Jackson family, a true heiress of noble birth. I’m matched perfectly with Bryan. To put it bluntly, you two are just toys, tools to be shared. Someone like me is a woman worthy of being married!”
Patricia listened with amusement. She looked at her with a smirk. “Someone like you?!!
Emelie remained silent. Her expression was unchanged as she twisted open the bottle of mineral water.
To Camilla, their apparent inability to counter only confirmed that she had hit a nerve. She became even more proud.
“Yes, I am. We were proper girls from respectable families. You were far below me, and she was even further inferior compared to Ma. Allen. In our presence, you two only had the role of holding umbrellas for us. Competing with us on the same stage? You two weren’t even close. Ah!”
Her final exclamation came as Emelle, who was seated beside her, suddenly grabbed the bow leaning against the bench before fitting an arrow, drawing the string, and swiftly aiming it at her.
The triangular metal arrowhead gleamed with cold menace in the sunlight, sharp as a predator’s claw.
Camila’s face burned pale. She instinctively stepped back, only to have Patricia grab her by the back of her neck.
She couldn’t move back. She froze in place. Her eyes widened with fear because just three inches away was the arrowhead.
If at that moment Emelie’s fingers slackened, she would be pierced through the heart and killed instantly
she screamed, “Don’t!”
Emelie looked at her from head to toe. She calmly stated, “On the field of competition, there’s no distinction between men and women, nor between high and low. Ms. Jackson, you see yourself as superior, but forgive me for being blunt. Your level doesn’t even quality as my opponent.”
Camila gritted her teeth. “You you.
“Your pride in your background and reputation are given to you by your parents, and the only way you can repay them is by being polite and courteous. You should avoid any actions or words that might reflect poorly on them and spare them from embarrassment. Otherwise, you might invite unpleasant greetings” from others.”
Emelle nodded slightly as she held the arrow, pointing it up and down. Camila tensed all over, and she spoke slowly, “This is a grave offense.”