Aurelia frowned innocently, "Accusation? That's a serious charge. We weren't whispering during our chat. Can the mayor's daughter really not distinguish between slander and truth?"

"No... it's not like that..." Amelia Sherwood was momentarily at a loss to explain. That wretched Aurelia, when she wasn't careful, had somehow managed to turn the accusation onto her.

She took a deep breath, regaining her composure. "Azura, I didn't mean it that way. Think about it; your status is so high, how can you squeeze onto a sofa with others?"

"Aurelia, stop fooling around, and make room for Anna." She then turned to speak to Aurelia.

Aurelia's lips curled into a mocking smile as she looked at Amelia Sherwood, her eyes slightly bent in an apparent smile, but it made Amelia inexplicably guilty, causing a chill down her spine, reminding her of how her father was schemed against.

She was sure this whole thing was Aurelia's doing.

But the person who set up her father even knew the most confidential matters of the company; otherwise, the company wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses.

But where did Aurelia learn about these things?

People always fear the unknown.

"Amelia Sherwood, you can flatter but don't try to flatter me too," Aurelia said casually, before eating a piece of fruit.

If Amelia hadn't said this gathering was organized by Anna Reed's dad, she couldn't care less about these two's expressions.

She could scheme behind Anna's back all she wanted, but this time she came with Mason Nightshade and couldn't involve Mason Nightshade in trouble.

"You..." Amelia Sherwood was angry. "Anna, why don't you sit for a while? I'll get you some fruit to eat."

Anna Reed snorted coldly and sat down on the other side.

Amelia quickly brought a plate of fruit and two glasses of red wine. To get inside, she had to pass by Aurelia, and she struggled sideways to move inside, inch by inch.

Aurelia played with her phone, seemingly not seeing her. Her toes barely lifted—Amelia Sherwood stumbled and fell towards Anna Reed, with the plate of fruit and wine spilling all over her.

"Ah!" Anna Reed screamed, leaping up from the sofa and wiping herself with a tissue. She was wearing a white strapless dress, and the wine flowed down her cleavage, turning everything red with a tantalizing glimpse inside, unable to be concealed.

"Amelia Sherwood, are you insane! Why did you spill wine on me!"

Amelia got up from the ground, her wrist and palm scraped by glass shards. Hearing Anna's angry voice, she hastily explained, "It wasn't me; I don't know how I ended up falling."

"It was her!" She pointed at Aurelia. "It's definitely you, isn't it?"

Aurelia looked at them innocently, "You're the one who knocked over the plate; what does it have to do with me? Just admit your mistake openly to Miss Anna, and Miss Anna might forgive you. Don't push your mistake onto me to avoid responsibility."

"Sigh, I didn't expect that after so long, you're still so..." Aurelia didn't finish her sentence.

But Anna Reed sharply caught the key point, "You knew her before?"

She was speaking to Amelia Sherwood.

Amelia stammered, reluctantly admitting, "Mrs. Slate wanted to introduce me to Mason Nightshade, but Aurelia seems... very particular about me interacting with Mason Nightshade, so there have been some misunderstandings."

"You and Mason Nightshade are already divorced. Who Mason Nightshade associates with has nothing to do with you! A wild child with no mother from a young age will always lack manners," Anna Reed mocked.