After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 52: She Shamelessly Became a Mistress and Got Pregnant Out of Wedlock
Claire Mercer strode elegantly, slowly approaching the doorman.
"Without us to bring her in, she can forget about stepping through that door."
Rose Gable and Cynthia Sinclair wore expressions as if they were watching a show, just waiting for Claire Mercer to make a fool of herself. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
But to their surprise, Claire Mercer pulled an exquisite invitation from her handbag.
Rose Gable and Cynthia Sinclair froze, the smiles on their faces stiffening.
"How could she have an invitation?"
Rose Gable said, "Didn’t you see? Her invitation looks different from ours. It must be a fake."
"She really did her homework," Cynthia Sinclair said, a look of mock realization on her face.
"Trying to fool the doorman with a fake."
"Good thing we gave the doorman a heads-up beforehand. Otherwise, Claire Mercer would have actually gotten away with it."
’We can’t let Claire Mercer snatch away an opportunity like this to curry favor with the powerful.’
"You’re already married to my brother, so you should be at home serving him properly."
"Always trying to social climb. In the end, aren’t you the only one who’s going to be embarrassed?"
Claire Mercer couldn’t be bothered with these two idiots and simply showed her invitation to the doorman.
After seeing the invitation clearly, the doorman immediately and respectfully gestured for her to enter.
The smug smiles on the mother and daughter’s faces froze instantly. They approached the doorman in disbelief.
"Why did you let her in?"
The doorman retorted unhappily, "She presented an invitation. Why can’t she go in?"
"How is that possible?" Cynthia Sinclair exclaimed.
Rose Gable hurriedly snatched the invitation from the doorman’s hand.
The name of the invited guest was written right there: Ms. Claire Mercer.
’But her invitation was indeed different from theirs.’
’Besides, Claire Mercer had a simple social life; she would have had no opportunity to meet Mrs. Rowan.’
’So... why would Mrs. Rowan invite her personally?’
’And even give her a special invitation that was different from everyone else’s?’
’The only explanation was that the invitation was a fake.’
"This invitation is different from ours. It must be a fake," Rose Gable said with conviction.
At her words, the doorman frowned, displeased.
"Ma’am, are you questioning my professional ability?"
"No," Cynthia Sinclair explained.
"I’m just surprised. How could she have received a personal invitation from Mrs. Rowan?"
"And this invitation really is different from ours."
The doorman said coldly, "You can ask Mrs. Rowan about that. The person who invited her was Mrs. Rowan."
Cynthia Sinclair was speechless.
’Ask Mrs. Rowan...’
’She didn’t even know what Mrs. Rowan looked like. How was she supposed to ask?’
’Besides, was someone of Mrs. Rowan’s status a person she could just approach and offend so casually?’
"Her invitation is an obvious fake, yet you turn a blind eye."
"I think she bribed you. You’re deliberately letting her in, aren’t you?"
Hearing Cynthia Sinclair’s accusation, the doorman’s patience was nearly gone.
’What terrible luck did I have today? I swapped shifts with a coworker only to run into these two weirdos.’
"Are you questioning my professional integrity?"
Just then, more guests began to arrive.
Julian Mercer, Judith Caldwell, and Scarlett Jewel had arrived as well.
The invitations they presented were the same as Rose Gable’s group—a red cover.
Unlike Claire Mercer’s, which had a red cover with gold foil trim.
’Although it looked more exquisite and elegant, a fake was still a fake.’
’No matter how exquisite and elegant, it was still a counterfeit.’
This only strengthened the mother and daughter’s conviction that Claire Mercer’s invitation was fake.
They couldn’t be bothered with decorum anymore and turned directly to Julian Mercer and his wife.
"This is the wonderful daughter you raised."
"She faked an invitation just to social climb at Mrs. Rowan’s birthday banquet."
"What?" Julian Mercer shot Claire Mercer a glare.
"You faked an invitation?"
Claire Mercer said calmly, "I did not."
’Silas Rowan gave me this invitation himself. How could it be fake?’
But Rose Gable accused her coldly, "You’re still lying."
"Your invitation is different from everyone else’s. If it’s not a fake, what is it?"
Judith Caldwell stepped forward with a fawning smile, trying to appease Rose Gable.
"Mrs. Sinclair, please calm down, please. This rebellious daughter of mine has really been asking for trouble lately."
With that, she glared at Claire Mercer and said viciously,
"If Mrs. Sinclair says your invitation is fake, then it must be fake! And you still refuse to admit it?"
"I taught you since you were little to be an honest person and not to lie."
"But now you not only lie, you remain unrepentant even after being exposed. You’re a disgrace to the Mercer Family!"
"Look at Scarlett. Even though she didn’t grow up by my side, she’s more well-behaved, sensible, and filial than you are."
After scolding Claire Mercer, she even pushed Scarlett Jewel forward to show her off to Rose Gable.
’After all, her precious daughter was carrying the Sinclair family’s bloodline in her belly.’
But Claire Mercer couldn’t be bothered with them and remained silent.
’Because she didn’t understand it either. Why was her invitation different from theirs?’
Seeing her silence, Cynthia Sinclair said gloatingly,
"A fake is a fake. You’re speechless now, aren’t you?"
"It’s a good thing we warned the doorman beforehand. Otherwise, you would have snuck your way in."
Rose Gable glared sideways at Claire Mercer, exasperated.
"It’s not too late now that you’ve been found out. If the Rowan Family had discovered this, our Sinclair Family would have been implicated because of your stupidity."
"Hurry up and get lost! Go home and take care of Gavin. Haven’t you caused enough embarrassment?"
At this moment, Scarlett Jewel walked up to Claire Mercer with false sincerity and took her arm.
"Sister, if you wanted to attend Mrs. Rowan’s birthday banquet, you should have just told us. We would have brought you."
"You really didn’t need to get a fake invitation to deceive us."
"Actually, deceiving us doesn’t matter. We’re your family, so we won’t hold it against you."
"The key is, if the Rowan Family finds out you used a fake invitation, you’ll bring disaster upon both the Mercer and Sinclair families."
"Get your filthy hands off me." Claire Mercer shook off her arm in disgust.
Scarlett Jewel pretended to stumble backward.
Seeing this, Judith Caldwell quickly steadied her.
"You little bitch, you did that on purpose, didn’t you? Don’t you know that Scarlett is preg—"
"I know." Claire Mercer smiled and deliberately raised her voice.
"She’s a shameless homewrecker who knowingly became a mistress, and now she’s pregnant out of wedlock."
As soon as she said this, many passing guests turned to look in their direction.
Then they couldn’t help but start whispering among themselves.
Their gazes toward Scarlett Jewel grew increasingly contemptuous.
Feeling the disdainful looks from the onlookers, Scarlett Jewel was so angry she nearly bit through her red lips.
Claire Mercer, however, paid it no mind. She took a step forward and whispered to Scarlett Jewel,
"I told you long ago: if you’re going to be a mistress, be discreet. But you just had to flaunt yourself in front of me."
"Flaunting yourself is one thing, but trying to frame me? Then don’t blame me for airing your dirty laundry."
"Since none of you are afraid of losing face, why should I be?"
