Chapter 90

This time, Roschelle didn’t stand by Kieran, but stood by Alarieka instead.

In the past, as long as she was in front of Alarieka, Roschelle would always hold onto Kieran’s arm to show Alarieka how close she and Kieran were.

As you could imagine, Roschelle did it on purpose.

And Roschelle purposely turned at an angle to show off her slim, tall figure.

The two stood together, and the contrast was even more obvious.

Roschelle and Alarieka, worlds apart.

Alarieka vaguely heard other people saying things like Roschelle had a better figure than her and Roschelle had a better vibe than her.

Alarieka didn’t feel out of place at all, just nodded at Roschelle, strode through the crowd, walked into the villa, stood right under the media cameras, and said to Wallace, “Happy birthday!”

Wallace didn’t smile. His frown got even deeper, and his tone was serious.

“Why did you just come in wearing that? Go change; don’t let people think we’re mistreating you.”

Ever since Alarieka got kicked out by Wallace, Wallace really wasn’t nice to her.

Really did have a bit of that old coldness.

Maybe it was because everyone in the Argent family always acted so cold.

But why did Alarieka want to change?

She just wanted the media reporters to know how she was treated at the Argent’s villa.

She grinned and pretended not to know, saying, “Sir Argent, I’ll just wear this, it’s really comfy.”

“By the way, Sir Argent, after you kicked me out last time, I remembered I still had some stuff left in my room. Could I go check my old room?”

She emphasized the words “kick out.”

The media reporters‘ eyes lit up for a second, and just as they were about to lift their cameras to shoot, the Argent’s villa butler shot them a glare, and the reporters immediately backed off.

Wallace looked at Alarieka with an even colder look in his eyes.

Alarieka smiled innocently, “Sir Argent, did I say something wrong?”

“Who was this; how come they wore this kind of clothes; weren’t they afraid of being laughed at by others?”

Wallace didn’t say anything, and then a mature, intelligent woman’s voice came from behind him.

Alarieka’s eyelashes fluttered.

She knew who it was without seeing anyone.

Kieran’s mother.

Marlene.

Alarieka turned around, and there was a woman in a dark green long dress behind her. She looked dignified and beautiful, her face cold, and her eyes glanced at Alarieka’s outfit with a look that seemed plain but also a bit mocking.

It was like she just realized it was Alarieka, and she forgot the sarcasm from before.

“Oh, so it was Alarieka. Have a seat. A guest is a guest. I’ll have the maid pour you some tea.”

Between the lines, they treated Alarieka like an outsider.

Seemed polite, but anyone with eyes and ears could tell there was contempt in Marlene’s words.

Roschelle came over from not far away, smiling gently and softly: “Mrs. Argent, I can do it.”

Marlene felt much better about Roschelle’s height, she smiled and shook Roschelle’s hand, saying gently:

“You just took a good rest, don’t wear yourself out; taking good care of your health was the most important thing.”

Roschelle’s cheeks turned a little red: “It’s okay, Mrs. Argent, I wasn’t really bothered; you don’t have to be so careful.”

Marlene looked at her with concern: “You should be careful.”

Outsiders picked up on a slightly different vibe, and their eyes shifted to Roschelle’s flat belly with a strange, curious look.

Today Roschelle wore a long skirt. She was supposed to wear high heels, but she wore flats instead.

Everyone’s eyes gradually showed understanding.

Someone walked up and curiously asked, “Did you guys get some good news?”

Marlene smiled and held Roschelle’s arm, giving Kieran, who was walking over, a teasing look: “You ask him; I don’t know anything.”

Everyone turned their gossipy, curious eyes to Kieran, and their eyes lit up.

Kieran wore a well-tailored white suit today. The hair in front was neatly slicked back, showing off his perfect forehead and brow bone. His eyes were dark as water, his gaze calm, and he had a noble vibe.

It was true that Kieran’s looks and money could attract people to come up and talk, but his overall vibe always made them back off.

A guy this cold only showed a bit of softness in front of Roschelle.

The two stood together, and they really complemented each other, a talented man and a beautiful woman.

A middle-aged woman stepped forward from the crowd and smiled as she said, “Mr. Argent, are you and Ms. Whitaker about to get together?”

She had a beloved only daughter and had set her eyes on Kieran as her son-in-law early on.