Operation Red Book

Chapter 198: Fierce Argument in the Corridor 2

"I pity you because you have innocent blood on your hands! Do you need me to help you recall? There are blacks, Indians, Middle Easterners, East Asians, Indians... There are more of them than the stars in the sky!"

"you you you!"

The lady pointed at Ivy angrily, her eyes bulging and her outstretched index finger turning white and purple from using too much force.

"You look terrible!" Ivy said calmly, "So bite me? Sue me?"

"Ah—you bastard!"

The lady became furious. She shook off Christine's hand, looked around the corridor, and finally locked her eyes on a brown ceramic bottle. She picked up the slender neck and pounced on Ivy.

"Hey! Mother! Mother, please don't do this! Someone come quickly!"

Ivy had heard Christine's anxious shouting a long time ago. She turned around and dodged, and the lady missed and hit the white brick wall heavily.

"Miss, please hide behind me!"

Before Ivy turned around, Christine immediately grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind her.

"This little girl may not be big, but she's quite strong."

Ivy staggered and stared at Christine's back, thinking to herself.

"What are you going to do? You little bitch, are you going to protect this Asian bastard?"

The lady held the ceramic bottle and looked at Christine with disgust and hatred in her eyes.

"Mother, please don't get excited. I am of course on your side."

Christine advised in a gentle voice, but despite saying so, her hand was still tightly holding Ivy's wrist, trying her best to hide her behind her.

"I just wanted to remind you that your hat has fallen off and your hair is down."

The lady gasped, she reached out and touched her hair, then searched the ground before she found the feather hat.

"Wait for me to deal with her first! Listen carefully, I am teaching you. Bastards like this should be beaten. They are born to die."

"you!"

The flames of anger burned Ivy's bones all over her body. She turned around and picked up a glass vase.

Pour out the clean water and daffodils inside, and the deterrent effect is no less than the ceramics opposite.

She wanted to imitate the moves in the movies and smash the wall to pieces, but when she thought about the fact that this was a gathering place for gorgeous and exquisite luxury goods, her remaining rationality made her give up the idea.

"Mother!"

Christine shouted hurriedly upon seeing this, and held Ivy's hand tighter.

Ivy hissed, and waves of tingling pain came from her fingertips.

"Mother, Xiao Ben is looking for you everywhere, did you hear?"

Christine's voice was steady, as if the crazy woman opposite was just a stone statue.

"You've been away from the banquet for a long time. The guests will be talking behind your back. The most important thing for a family is honor and status. This is what you talk about every day, isn't it... Please calm down first."

These words finally moved the lady a little. Her face was no longer wrinkled and her gaze turned to the lively banquet outside the window.

Christine's calmness and restraint seemed to affect Ivy behind her. Ivy gradually became very curious about this girl, and her hand holding the glass bottle was not so tense anymore.

"What happened?" Claire rushed over with three maids. "The guests at the party heard some noises."

"It wasn't me who made it." The lady turned her head and hid the ceramic bottle behind her.

The servants all turned their heads to look at the two girls on the other side, which made Ivy suddenly feel angry.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to accuse, Christine secretly pulled Ivy and stopped her from taking any action.

"This glass vase accidentally fell down, but fortunately no one was hurt."

Christine took the vase that Ivy was holding and handed it to the head maid.

"It just disturbed the Countess and this lady. They were startled by the sound of falling glass and accidentally bumped into each other while dodging."

"I'm so sorry." Claire and the servants bowed slightly to the three ladies.

"It must be that one of the maids was not careful enough when she placed the items. I will find out who that maid was and have her apologize to you in person."

The servants bowed to the three again, and Claire turned to the lady: "Countess, are you okay?"

"Not really... But I was so humiliated in your Duke's Mansion, I will definitely report the truth to your wife."

The lady rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction and looked sideways at Claire.

"Of course. You've always complained to my wife every time you saw her. The banquet is almost over, and I'm still wondering why you haven't come to complain yet!"

There was contempt and coldness in Claire's voice.

"Before that, you should hand me the ceramic bottle behind you. This ceramic bottle was presented by the Archduke of Spain during his visit. Her Majesty the Queen praised it personally during her last visit and specifically asked us to keep it carefully."

The lady's expression froze, and the ceramic bottle behind her fell down, with the mouth of the bottle hitting the carpet with a heavy muffled sound.

"Oh, that's right!" Ivy couldn't help but exclaimed softly.

"It's okay, Countess. Given your friendship with our lady, she will surely forgive you."

Claire looked at the noble lady with a livid face, still smiling.

"Maybe we should just keep this a secret?"

"What happened?" Christine tilted her head. "I just heard that my mother accidentally fell down, probably because of the ill-fitting shoes."

"I see!" Claire showed her eight standard teeth. "Ma'am, please come this way. Someone will take you to change your shoes."

A maid came forward and gestured to the lady to come in.

The lady took a deep breath, opened her mouth, but in the end said nothing. She just glared at the two girls before leaving.

After the lady disappeared at the end of the corridor, Claire finally smiled. She asked the two girls softly, "Ms. Goodwin, Miss Ivy, are you okay?"

"Miss Goodwin?"

"Ms. Ivy?"

The two girls exclaimed at the same time, and their eyes looked at each other, each finding surprise and friendliness in the other's eyes.

"It seems that there is no serious problem. Tell Master Dorian that nothing happened here."

Claire instructed with a smile, her eyes curved into thin crescents.