Chapter 324: Chapter 324: The Spicy Sister Xue Comes Online
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âFrom now on, the Evans family belongs to Mag, and it has nothing to do with you. Itâs better if you donât attend!â
Lily Ross had just finished speaking when a cold female voice came from the doorway.
âWho the Evans family belongs to is not your concern! Iâve never heard of a familyâs fortune being handed down to an illegitimate daughter, and the real Miss Evans being driven out of the family!â
Irene Hamer rushed in with a gloomy face, patted Xaviera Evansâs shoulder, and gazed coldly at Lily Ross.
âA bootlicker for Mag! Do you have the right to lecture Xaviera? Mag is a bitch born from a mistress, why does Xaviera have to attend her wedding? And still be grateful? The Evans familyâs business was taken away by the mistress and her daughter, doesnât Miss Evans have the right to be displeased?â
Lily Ross didnât know Irene Hamerâs identity and thought she was one of Xavieraâs unreliable friends. Hearing this, she immediately retorted:
âYouâre the bootlicker! What I said is true! Xaviera is jealous that Mag has a man like Mr. Mamet doting on her, thatâs why sheâs not attending the wedding. What other reason could there be?â
With a dangerous look in her eyes, Irene Hamer asked word by word: âIâm a bootlicker?â
Her eyes were full of coldness: âMag, are you happy to see someone else stand up for you?â
Magâs body trembled, and she tried to explain helplessly: âMiss Hamer, you⊠you misunderstand. Lilyâs words may be blunt, but she means no harm. I just wanted to invite my sister to the wedding, nothing more.â
Thinking of the hardships Xaviera had suffered in her childhood and seeing Magâs pretentious look, Ireneâs anger flared:
âYou have the nerve to invite Xaviera to the wedding? Lily Ross may not know, but youâre well aware! Moore Mametâs original fiancĂ©e wasââ
Before she could finish, Moore walked over: âWhatâs going on?â
Seeing this, Mag immediately softened and collapsed weakly into Mooreâs arms, sobbing softly.
âMoore, Iâm fine. Itâs just that my sister doesnât want to attend our wedding, and Miss Hamer scolded me. Please donât be angry, itâs all my faultâŠâ
Mooreâs face darkened: âXaviera, itâs such an important occasion today, can you stop causing trouble?â
Xaviera glanced at him coldly.
She really must have been blind to have fallen for Moore Mamet in the first place!
âXaviera causing trouble?â Irene Hamer scoffed: âMoore Mamet, which of your eyes saw Xaviera making a scene? Do you think Mag has the right to invite her to the wedding?â
Irene gazed coldly at Mag: âStop playing the victim in front of me, it disgusts me! You may look pure, but in reality, youâve done so many vicious and ruthless things! You know it!â
The crowdâs eyes widened.
After all, Irene Hamer was the daughter of the Hamer family, but she acted so⊠fierce?
Moore Mamet was not pleased and spoke coldly: âMiss Hamer, you are indeed the Hamer familyâs daughter, but this isnât your familyâs territory, and our affairs are none of your concern! Our weddingâŠâ
He turned to look at Mag.
Mag immediately tensed up, her tears sliding down, looking pitiful, âMoore, I didnât mean any harm. I just⊠I hoped that my sister could come toâŠâ
Moore Mamet felt a bit helpless. Mag only had one sister, and it was understandable that she wanted her to attend the wedding, but his relationship with Xaviera was a bit delicate.
Moore Mamet didnât think much of it and said firmly, âXaviera, since Mag invites you, you should attend.â
He then softened his tone: âXaviera, about the past⊠weâll talk about that later. Now itâs the donation ceremony, and so many media are here. You donât want to make things too tense, do you?â
At this moment, all the media cameras were pointed at Xaviera.
Xaviera sneered.
She smoothed her hair and spoke indifferently: âYou want me to attend the wedding and bless you both?â
Mag bit her lip in grievance.
Xaviera disdainfully said, âSo if I donât bless you, you wonât get married?â
Moore Mamet choked, âYou!â
Magâs body trembled slightly: âSister, itâs all my fault. Since you donât want to attend, letâs forget it..â