Skip to content
Novel Catalog
Chapter 54: Hilda’s Embarrassment
The moment the word “fake” slipped from Wanda’s lips, the bodyguards exchanged a quick glance. One of them, maintaining a polite but firm demeanor, asked, “Miss, could you please show us your invitation card?”
Wynter, ever sharp, had already sensed something wasn’t quite right with her invitation. But she had nothing to fear. If they rejected her, she could always reveal her true identity as Dr. Miracle. So, with a calm expression, she reached into her black bag and casually pulled out the gold-plated invitation card.
As soon as the bodyguards saw the card, their expressions shifted dramatically. It was a subtle change, but noticeable enough for the onlookers to catch on. Whispers began to ripple through the crowd.
“Is there something wrong with her invitation?” one person murmured.
Luke, his face twisted with indignation, spat out, “Not only did Margaret kill people, but now her apprentice is a fraud! What a disgrace!”
Hilda, with a smug smile, couldn’t resist throwing in her own comment. “Young lady, if you want to get in, you should seek help from your seniors. Don’t resort to such dirty tricks.”
“Yeah, this is beyond embarrassing!” another voice added.
“Is this how Margaret trains her apprentices? Won’t she feel ashamed?” someone else remarked.
Wynter didn’t bother listening to their empty insults. She stood still, her mind working quickly. If it came to it, she would simply reveal her true identity. But just as she was about to do so, the two bodyguards exchanged a quick look, then gestured toward her with a welcoming gesture.
“Welcome, Miss! Please come in!” one of them announced loudly.
The atmosphere immediately froze. The bodyguards’ sudden warmth and respect contradicted everything Hilda had been saying, serving as a silent slap to her face. The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, everyone trying to piece together what was happening.
One of the bodyguards added, “This is your first time here. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. Please, follow me.” His tone was polite and deferential, almost apologetic.
Meanwhile, the second bodyguard was still holding the invitation card, his palms sweating. He scrutinized the handwriting on the card—a strong, decisive script that was unmistakable. While today’s cards were all standard, the gold-plated one that Wynter held was a rare item that only those in the Yarwood circle could recognize. And more importantly, the handwriting on it was none other than Dalton’s.
Wynter’s eyes widened slightly as she realized the truth. She didn’t know exactly how or why, but she knew that Dalton had likely intervened. With the Quinnells’ connections, it wouldn’t have been difficult for him to arrange for her to receive a legitimate invitation.
The two bodyguards, unsure of exactly who she was, nonetheless understood the gravity of the situation. They knew that if they failed to treat her with the utmost respect, Dalton would likely have their jobs—or worse. That was why they had changed their tone so quickly.
“Wait a minute,” Wynter said, holding up a hand.
The bodyguards immediately straightened, their expressions filled with concern. “Did we do something wrong? If we did, please let us know. We’ll correct it,” one of them said, his voice now full of humility.
“Yeah, we’ll fix it!” the other bodyguard added quickly.
Wynter raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Hilda, who was now staring at the gold invitation card in shock. Her face had paled, and it was clear that she hadn’t expected this turn of events. Wynter, though, wasn’t about to let her off easy.
“No need to correct anything,” Wynter said coolly, giving a slight nod. “You two did a great job.”
She bent slightly, as if to pick something up, and added, “I just need to grab my bag.”
The bodyguards jumped at the chance to assist her, their previous stiffness now replaced with eager enthusiasm. “We can help you with that!” one of them said, a little too eagerly.
The contrast in their behavior was jarring. Just moments ago, they had been standoffish and polite but distant, and now they were practically bowing to her every need. It was a sight that left the onlookers stunned, especially considering the Yarwoods’ reputation for being aloof and exclusive. Even their bodyguards were known to be fiercely professional and detached. To see them treating Wynter with such deference was, to say the least, unusual.
As they led her inside, the crowd stood in stunned silence, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Hilda’s face was now a mask of frustration and embarrassment. The same people who had been sneering at Wynter only moments before were now whispering among themselves, their opinions shifting as they realized there was far more to this young woman than met the eye.
“Is she really someone important?” one of the guests murmured, clearly confused.
“I didn’t think Margaret had an apprentice like her,” another whispered.
Hilda’s carefully constructed plan to humiliate Wynter had backfired spectacularly, leaving her standing there, her cheeks burning with anger and embarrassment. It was clear to her now that this wasn’t just an ordinary girl she had tried to disgrace—it was someone with real influence, someone who had earned the respect of the Yarwoods themselves. And she, Hilda, had just been exposed for trying to sabotage her.
