When the maître d' led René Alejandro, Wei Lan and Randy to their reserved private room which was the best in the secret exclusive restaurant, the handful of guests who were milling in the common lounge area couldn't believe their eyes when they saw the new arrivals. They all stared at the group with a combination of disbelief and curiosity.

Wei Lan straightened her back and lifted her chin as she strutted as if she was on the catwalk. She recognized some of the guests as high society wives who liked to lord over their status to everyone else by either accepting people they liked into their fold or ostracizing those that they disliked.

She, herself, had long endured these snobbish women's cold shoulders ever since she married Long Tengfei back in the days. They had never accepted her and did everything in their power to shun her from high society.

The ugly witches even had the gall to accuse her of seducing their husbands. How ridiculous! It wasn't her fault that they couldn't control their own men. She was just doing her own thing, maintaining her own beauty and youth. It was clearly their husbands who chased after her, not the other way around, and yet those ugly witches vilified her like some sort of a hateful sinner! If they only had the ability to keep their men happy in bed, then they wouldn't need to worry about being cheated on by their husbands who, by the way, were depraved assholes themselves.

Wei Lan didn't acknowledge the ugly witches' presence as she walked with her stepson and friend. Her two bodyguards had to wait in the hallway because they weren't allowed inside.

"What in the world is happening?" she heard one of the ugly witches saying in a low voice. "I can't believe they allowed that s.l.u.t Wei Lan inside. I thought that this is an exclusive restaurant that doesn't allow just anyone to enter. I'll ask my husband to complain about this to the restaurant management later."

The ugly witch's equally ugly friend replied, "Have you forgotten that Wei Lan is now a viscountess after marrying a titled Spaniard? Maybe that's how she's able to enter this place. Look at the foreign man she's with. Maybe that's her husband."

"Don't joke around. That foreign man looks too young to be that s.l.u.t's husband. Didn't she say at the interview she did with that magazine recently that the viscount she married is older than her, even older than her ex-husband Long Tengfei? I think the viscount is almost a senior citizen. She clearly re-married for the wealth, status and clout her new husband can give her. As expected of a s.l.u.t like her."

Randy stopped walking and glared at the gossiping matrons. They saw how he was looking at them and didn't feel sorry at all. On the contrary, they even put on gloating expressions.

Without glancing at the ugly witches, Wei Lan patted her friend's arm. "Raaaandyyy doll, ignore them. They're not worth your time and energy. Insignificant people looooove to spout toxic nonsense because they have noooothiiiing inside their empty brains. Understooood?"

"I understand, Vizcondesa."

René Alejandro watched everything in silence, revealing nothing on his expression.

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"Hmph! She's so full of herself! She's nothing but a gold-digging and social-climbing s.l.u.t who seduces men left and right!"

"It's no wonder that her daughter, that Iris Long, inherited her s.l.u.ttiness and seduced CEO Jin Liwei—"

Wei Lan suddenly turned around and rushed to where the ugly witches were congregating together.

"You can all condemn me, I don't care! But you have no right, absolutely no right at all, to slander my daughter! My daughter is a legitimate Long heiress, not to mention a critically-acclaimed musician who won multiple national and international awards! All of your children can't possibly compare to my daughter!

"My daughter composes her own music and all of them topped the charts! Can any of your spoiled children do that?!

"My daughter can speak more than ten languages fluently and have served as official interpreter at the International Business Conference, earning the praise of high-ranking officials! Can your children do that?!

"My daughter performed with two music legends, Maestro De Luca and Enrique Valdez! Can your children do that?!

"My daughter sold out all of her new business' products during its launch in five seconds! Old and ugly people like you are scrambling to get your hands on Orchidia Beauty's miraculous skincare products! Can your children launch such a successful business so quickly like my daughter?!

"Looking at your ugly faces, I know that your useless children can't reach my brilliant daughter's level! My daughter is on a whole different league than your spoiled children! So what if my daughter is together with a multibillionaire like Jin Liwei? You're just jealous of my daughter's beauty and talents!

"I can't wait to tell dear Liwei about how you're all gossiping about my daughter! He'll definitely sue you all for slander! Even if he doesn't, I will! According to what you're saying, it also seems that you're insinuating that dear Liwei is a shallow man who allowed himself to be seduced by my daughter! Did your own ugly daughters tried seducing him in the past but failed, that's why you're all so bitter and attacking my daughter? Hah! You're all so pathetic!"

Wei Lan was so worked up that she spoke normally without her usual elongation of words. Her angry speech was so eloquent that a waiter who happened to be passing by automatically clapped his hands before the maître d' warned him with a pointed look.

The waiter immediately stopped clapping, not wanting to get into trouble at work, but still continued to silently cheer for Wei Lan, knowing that she was Boss Iris' mother. If only he was allowed to bring his mighty slippers, he would've already whacked these haughty high society matrons who were too full of themselves.

How dare they slander Boss Iris and her mother?

Unforgivable!

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