From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen - Chapter 223: Chapter 223

The banquet was held in the largest event hall within the Godard estate. All three floors were fully open to guests.
At that moment, Brittany sat in front of a vanity mirror while the most expensive makeup artist in Harrowfell worked on her.
Behind her stood a row of maids, each holding different items Brittany would need for the night.
As soon as her makeup was done, one of the waiting maids immediately brought over five gowns for her to choose from.
Brittany casually picked one adorned with diamonds and let the maids assist her to the fitting mirror to change.
Once she had changed into her gown, another maid brought over a selection of jewelry for her to pick from.
She reveled in this luxurious treatment—something she had never even dared to dream of before, something she had only ever seen top-tier celebrities enjoy.
But now, she thought with a smirk, she was far beyond those so-called A-list stars. If she wanted, she could ruin any one of them with just a snap of her fingers.
As these thoughts crossed her mind, she started recalling all the celebrities she had resented during her time in the entertainment industry—the ones she had envied, the ones who had looked down on her. She vowed she would make their lives miserable.
Nearby, Christina, already fully dressed and ready, silently watched as Brittany basked in the attention of the maids.
In that moment, she felt incredibly fortunate that she had made this bold decision. Even more so, she was relieved that she had insisted on conducting a paternity test before anything else.
She had initially worried, 'What if someone from the Godard family shows up and demands a live DNA sample under their supervision?'
But fortunately, they had been delayed and eventually agreed to use the pre-collected sample.
When their representatives came to collect the sample, Christina had taken the opportunity to remind them of Brittany's severe blood phobia and had secretly swapped the hair sample.
Not long after, the Godard family confirmed the results—the sample belonged to Tyson's biological daughter.
Now, Brittany was officially recognized as the heiress of the Godard family. Within the entire Beaumont family, she thought no one dared to disrespect her anymore. From now on, she thought everything in this world that was good and precious would belong to Brittany.
The only thing left was for Paisley to disappear from this world—then there would be no more obstacles.
Just as Christina reached for her phone to make a call, Julia walked in and interrupted her.
"Auntie," Julia greeted Brittany with a bright smile, acting even warmer than before. "Almost everyone has arrived. When are you planning to make your grand entrance?"
Although Julia was smiling, exhaustion was evident in her eyes.
The Beaumont family had just received the paternity test results when Brittany started demanding a grand recognition banquet—insisting it had to be as extravagant as possible.
As the Tyson indulged her, and since her in-laws wouldn't intervene, the responsibility ultimately fell on her shoulders.
With such a tight schedule and heavy workload, she was utterly exhausted.
Brittany noticed that Julia was even more respectful toward her than before, which pleased her immensely.
She repeatedly admired herself in the mirror. Only after she had her fill did she finally say, "Let's go."
Inside the banquet hall, Gregory, as Brittany's adoptive father, became the center of attention, receiving flattery from numerous guests.
Those influential figures who had previously ignored him were now raising their glasses and speaking to him with great courtesy.
At that moment, Gregory's vanity was fully satisfied. He laughed heartily, as if he were truly some remarkable figure, losing sight of his own identity.
Not far away, Byron observed the scene, his gaze turning icy.
"Ridiculous," Dylan sneered softly beside him.
Byron remained silent. Just then, someone approached him for a toast, and he responded with a smile, engaging in conversation.
Gregory, reeking of alcohol, unknowingly made his way over.
When he saw Byron again, all his initial nervousness and restraint had vanished. "Hi?"
He spoke in an overly familiar and disrespectful manner.
Given the occasion, Byron reluctantly nodded. "Hi."
Anyone with a bit of awareness would have taken the hint and left.
But Gregory was an aggressive, opportunistic man with no sense of propriety. His eyes lit up as he spotted the executives speaking with Byron. "Oh wow, I feel honored to have so many big shots here—I've heard so much about you!"
With that, he reached out to shake hands with the several directors. Due to the setting, they had no choice but to reciprocate.
Yet Gregory didn't stop there. He boldly positioned himself among them, even pushing aside Byron's eldest son, Peter, as if he were the true host. With a self-important air, he introduced himself, "I'm chairman of the Sullivan Group."
The directors exchanged glances—none of them had ever heard of it.
Perhaps emboldened by the earlier flattery, Gregory's face darkened when he noticed their indifference. "It's fine if you haven't heard of me, but you must have heard of my adopted daughter. My adopted daughter Brittany... Ah, no, I should say Brittany Godard now."
Only then did the executives realize that this man was the adoptive father of the Godard family's long-lost daughter.
Upon recognizing his connection, although they disapproved of Gregory's behavior, their expressions became more courteous.
Gregory smirked smugly. "My adopted daughter isn't just the only direct bloodline of the Godard family's current leader; she's also Byron's biological niece. Those younger ones over there," he pointed toward Morris and the others, "all have to call her 'Aunt.'"
Byron's expression darkened. He turned and walked away.
Nathaniel stood beside Diana, watching the scene unfold with disdain. "Mom, who are these people? A daughter raised by a man like that—how good could she be? You expect me to treat her as family? I can't bring myself to do it."
Nathaniel had returned in a hurry and hadn't met Brittany yet, but from Diana's few words, he had gathered some details.
Diana sighed helplessly. "Just endure it for now. Once tonight is over, you'll be heading back anyway."
She, too, would bear with it. As soon as someone from the Godard family arrived, or her uncle's health improved, they could finally send Brittany, this disaster, away.