Chapter 103
“Mrs. Myers’s older brother isn’t much of a brother. I mean, how could he only stand by and watch?” Fagan fumed, pacing back and forth. “She’s his sister, for Pete’s sake! And he just let her get bullied? And that foster girl is a real piece of work, always stirring the pot. The Jewell family must be out of their minds.”
Fagan was still seething about what he had just witnessed. “And they had the nerve to blame it on how Mrs. Myers dressed? She was wearing a tank top! It’s not like she was out of line. Lots of girls dress like that. Some people are plain rotten, and it’s got nothing to do with what women wear.”
Silas had been silent the whole time, listening to Fagan’s rant. When Fagan paused to catch his breath, Silas finally turned to him and said, “Round up those guys causing trouble earlier. Give them a proper scare, and see if you can find out who put them up to it.”
He had noticed something fishy when those men had locked eyes with Lisette.
“Got it,” Fagan nodded, ready to take action.
Silas stood there, his eyes glued to where Calliope was. She had mentioned she had something important to do tonight. Was it to watch the races, or was there someone there she was interested in?
Wynton had advised him to get to know her better but subtly, so he was observing from a distance. He didn’t want to upset her by making his presence known.
Of course, if things got dicey, he’d step in without hesitation. No one was going to mess with his wife!
The car race kicked off, with Portia cheering wildly for Lance. Calliope was beside her, watching the big screen with a calm demeanor.
Just then, Lisette sauntered to Calliope, a smug grin plastered across her face despite the slap mark still fresh on her cheek.
“Calliope, you think you’ve won? You’re wrong. You may have hit me, but you’ve lost your brother’s affection forever.”
“You witch, haven’t you had enough?” Portia snapped, glaring daggers at Lisette.
Lisette chuckled condescendingly, “Calliope, your parents are mine now. Your brothers adore me. Everything you have will be mine!”
“Oh, you enjoy picking up trash, do you? Well, go ahead. Have at it,” Calliope retorted, glancing at Lisette. “You dress like a trash can, so no wonder you’re fond of garbage.”
Portia burst out laughing. “Right on! She does look just like the bin down the street!”
Lisette’s face twisted with rage as she glowered at Calliope. It was clear that she had changed. Lisette couldn’t figure out how or why, but the change was undeniable.
Unfazed, Calliope grabbed Portia’s arm and turned away, leaving Lisette fuming, feeling more ignored than ever. She narrowed her eyes, brooding over the situation.
It didn’t matter, she would not let Calliope off the hook. She would snatch away everything that belonged to her.
She vowed to make everyone believe that Calliope was a harbinger of catastrophe!
Meanwhile, Portia still fumed. “That Lisette is such a pain. She’s taken everything from you and still acts all high and mighty!”
“Don’t worry about her. Her time will come,” Calliope said with a sly smile. “Her birthday is coming up soon.”
At the birthday party, everyone would see Lisette for who she really was. Lisette had done many dubious things, and it wouldn’t take much to gather evidence against her. Only her clueless brothers and parents were blind to Lisette’s true colors, unaware of how she was slowly bleeding the Jewell family dry. Once she had what she wanted, she’d leave them high and dry.
“So, what’s the plan for the party?” Portia asked, intrigued.
“I’ve got something cooked up. Just ensure you’re there to watch the show,” Calliope replied with a wink.