Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 94: Chapter 94

Today had drained me completely.
I was just looking forward to leaving here tomorrow and returning to my normal life. Whether it was dealing with the Harvey family's precious daughter or the unsolicited "concern" from others, it all left me exhausted.
Of course, there were moments of satisfaction, like watching Abigail's horrified eyes and hearing her pathetic screams.
But then, seeing her still glaring at me with such venomous, childish spite today, I regretted not torturing her a little longer. Perhaps next time she'd slink away in defeat.
But of course, I was just joking. If it weren't for how far Abigail and her friends had pushed me, I wouldn't have resorted to such tactics.
I closed the door with a lingering sense of unease, sat down, and read on my phone for a while. Without realizing it, I drifted into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to the soft light of dawn. After quickly tidying myself up, I sent Angela a message.
To my surprise, the late-sleeping Angela actually replied. She suggested we meet downstairs for breakfast and then head back.
As soon as we stepped into the restaurant, I noticed the disdainful glares of a few wealthy girls landing on me. Their voices were dripping with mockery.
"Some women think that just because they have a bit of looks, they can crawl into Alex's bed and believe they'll become Mrs. Herrera? They don't know their own place. Alex is a man of high standing—when he finds a wife, it'll be someone like Samantha.
"Not only is she beautiful and has a great figure, but she comes from a good family, and she's driven. Some people have no self-awareness at all. Just because they borrowed a fancy dress doesn't mean they're suddenly a true young lady. It's honestly shameless."
"Exactly. Alex must be so tired of high-end delicacies that he just wanted to try some street food. But after a bite, he realized the taste was awful."
Laughter erupted from the group.
Angela, furious, stepped forward to confront them, but I quickly yanked her away and sat her down.
At that moment, I noticed that all the restaurant staff had been replaced with new faces. It seemed someone had successfully suppressed news of what happened yesterday.
The wealthy girls were still eyeing me with the same disgust and contempt.
"Did you hear? Alex and Samantha spent the night together."
"No way."
"Someone saw Samantha go to Alex's room, and she didn't come out all night."
"Seems like someone's effort went to waste."
"Samantha's impressive. She's not just beautiful, but also knows how to tolerate things. If it were me, I would've kicked those shameless women out by now."
"Exactly, I would've had them thrown out long ago."
The conversation continued, their voices dripping with venom. As Angela stood up in fury, I quickly grabbed her arm to stop her.
"Angela, what the hell is wrong with you? Did you forget to take your meds this morning?"
"Angela, you really need to work on that temper of yours. And you should be more careful with the people you hang out with. Otherwise, who would ever want to marry you?"
"Birds of a feather flock together."
The way they were ganging up on her was absolutely disgusting.
When I saw that Angela was about to flip the table in anger, I rushed over and grabbed her hand.
They were right about one thing: Angela was never going to get along with these types.
She was too blunt, too outspoken, and couldn't stand the pretense of the rich girls.
Many of them flaunted their family wealth, belittling others and bullying the working class just because they could.
If they were in a bad mood, they'd take it out on anyone.
A lucky employee might get a little "medical compensation" after being mistreated, but if you displeased them in any way, you'd be fired on the spot—no severance, no compensation.
Angela had always been one to seek fairness, but coming back to this country, she realized that fairness rarely existed in the lives of ordinary people.
She never let the rich second-generation types get away with bullying her. Over time, everyone in her circle knew her as the one who liked to stir up trouble. But her special status meant no one dared to mess with her.
Despite that, she rarely attended social events. She found it a waste of time—she'd rather be working and earning money.
"I don't need you to comment on what kind of woman I am, but at least Alex has publicly acknowledged my status. You're out here insulting me—don't you fear he might not like it?"
One of the girls sneered, her gaze dripping with disdain. "Laurel, you got dumped by Alex, and you're still pretending like everything's fine?"
I raised an eyebrow, my lips curling into a small smile. "I don't care for gossip, but I only believe what I see. And as for what's true... let's see, shall we?"
I casually pulled out my phone and dialed the driver. "Lawrence, Alex said he's sending me to Honeydew Estate today. Do I need to pick up my luggage from the hotel?"
Lawrence Smith was the driver and bodyguard Alex had assigned to me. He'd always been around Alex, so he was a familiar face.
"Mrs. Herrera, Mr. Herrera already had your luggage sent to the apartment. Are you heading straight to the apartment or back to the hotel?" Lawrence asked.
"I'll head back to the city in about half an hour after breakfast," I said.
I ended the call and glanced at the girls, whose faces froze in disbelief. They didn't seem to know how to react.
"Laurel, you're funny. Getting this driver to help you with your little act must've cost a lot, huh? Mrs. Herrera? What a joke—this act is getting old, don't you think?"
I smiled coldly. "You'll know soon enough whether it's real or not. The driver was hired by Alex, not me."
With that, I grabbed Angela's hand and returned to the table.
Angela couldn't resist adding, "Alex has chased off everyone who wronged you. Yet some people still aren't afraid of death."
Her voice wasn't too loud, but it was just loud enough for the rich girls to hear. I could see their faces shift from malice to shock in an instant.
After breakfast, Angela and I got into the car, heading back to the city.
"Laurel, didn't Alex come looking for you yesterday?"
"No."
Angela looked at me with suspicion. "Aren't you curious where he was?"
I smirked. "Did he spend the night with Samantha in his room?"
Angela, unusually, didn't respond right away. Instead, she frowned and lowered her voice. "Samantha really was in Alex's room. They didn't come out all night."
I froze for a moment, but quickly masked my feelings. Though a bit uncomfortable, I kept my calm.
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed behind us.