Operation Red Book

Chapter 208 Unfounded Accusations 1

"Look at what you're wearing. It's made of sackcloth, boring and plain. It doesn't have a proper bustle or even a basic corset."

"Your waist is too thick. No one will want you to be a maid with this figure."

"Look at your hair that's not even tied up. This is a formal banquet, not a bedroom for frolicking with your lover!"

The output was like a cannonball, and it made Ivy's scalp numb. She covered her chest and pressed her body against the cold wall.

"you……"

Ivy finally squeezed out a syllable, but her ears were once again drowned out by the endless chattering.

"You are just a small female worker, making a living in an unrecognized Chinese dock."

"If I hadn't considered Mr. Zhu's reputation, you would have been like those smelly tramps in the farmers' households, and the servants would have driven you away on horseback the moment you set foot on this sacred grass."

Mrs. Emerson snorted coldly, picked up a lace teacup, and leaned elegantly on the gleaming red velvet sofa.

"Dorian planned the entire birthday party for me, but I guess you must have been involved in it. I have to say, it's really unbearable."

"They tampered with the Rose Garden without permission, changed the format of the dinner at will, the rules and procedures were in disarray, the dishes were incomprehensible, there was also a dessert chef who appeared out of nowhere, and the chorus performance was confusing..."

"Should I remind you that Archduke Eric Bronz's nickname is 'Bluebeard'? You have violated a royal taboo."

"If you had the latest connections and resources, and were more cautious and careful, you wouldn't have done such low-level disrespect."

"I have been enduring your presence all day. I have long been disgusted by your face that hangs around Dorian all day long!"

"Remember that." Mrs. Emerson's voice was full of authority.

"The Emerson family is not finished yet. The Macmillan Estate is loyal to Her Majesty the Queen and will never unite with the common people."

The last sentence was spoken very slowly, and Ivy seemed to have waited for a century before she finished listening to the whole sentence.

My heart was empty, without a trace of ripples. The center of the soles of my feet were burning hot, but my ankles were stiff and cold.

Just a few short sentences were like the judge's magic pen, which could instantly negate all of Ivy's self-esteem and efforts.

She didn't understand why, not from beginning to end.

She didn't like corsets, she didn't like her hair combed up, she didn't like big bustles, she didn't even like wearing skirts.

The lawn at MacMillan House is not sacred; it is just a lawn.

The territory of the Chinese docks was not unrecognized, and she was not just an ordinary female worker.

Dorian? What did Dorian know? He couldn't even figure out where to seat the guests.

Did Andrew help at all? He blew up the kitchen and broke all the ceramic dishes.

Are there any similarities between "Bluebeard" and "The Smurfs" other than the fact that they are both blue? The point is not the hard work of the children, but everyone is just concerned about the nickname of a German archduke?

If it weren't for Dorian's request and agreement, who would be willing to come to your manor with so many rules.

Today is Monday! I asked for leave! Not only am I not paid, but I am also suppressed for no reason! Who do you think you are?

Ivy roared in her heart, she felt that the blood in her body was burning and boiling.

The world around him remained still and unaffected. The little man in his consciousness vented freely in the endless white world until he collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

"I don't understand why you have changed so much."

Ivy said shakily, she found her tongue was a little out of control.

"When I first met you, I saw the kindness and tenderness in your eyes. At that moment, I felt the warmth of a mother."

Mrs. Emerson did not speak. She took a sip of tea in silence. The light in her eyes flickered up and then went out.

"Because I misjudged you."

She tilted her head, her lips, as red as peach blossoms, opening and closing.

"I still think you want to be part of high society."

“Pardon?”

"First, you pestered Dorian, and then you had an inexplicable relationship with Vincent. I don't know how you did it, but someone who can do this must be extraordinary."

"What are you talking about?" Ivy was completely desperate.