Chapter 6: The Most Venomous Heart Belongs to a Woman

Without bothering to change her clothes, Yvonne Harrington rushed out of the house. There was one thought that kept lingering in her mind: once she got back what belonged to her, she would never set foot in the Qiao family again!

Rushing back to the Qiao residence, from a distance, Yvonne Harrington saw a crowd gathered at the entrance of the villa.

"Have you heard? There's good news today. Could it be that Miss Harrington and Arvin Douglas are getting engaged?"

"That's not realistic. President is known for his aloofness!"

"How is it unrealistic? Sherry Harrington is the pure goddess of many!"

Yvonne Harrington faintly heard these conversations.

Pure?

These two words almost made her vomit.

The flashlights in front of her were flashing incessantly. She carefully tried to slip past everyone.

"Hey! You there, hurry up and come in! We're swamped here!"

The ornate double doors suddenly opened a crack, and a servant pointed at Yvonne Harrington, shouting.

She looked confused and pointed at herself.

"Yes, you! Hurry up and come in to clean!"

Gritting her teeth, Yvonne Harrington didn't bother to explain and followed the servant inside.

The servant led her through the garden and into a utility room to change. Before Yvonne Harrington could explain her purpose, the servant hurriedly pulled her to the first-floor hall.

It wasn't until Yvonne Harrington was arranging wine glasses on a long table that she realized the Qiao family was hosting their annual family banquet. And because of her shabby appearance at the door, she had been mistaken for a hired cleaner.

The Qiao family may not be considered a top-tier aristocratic family, but they were a significant presence in the business world. With Sherry Harrington becoming a household name as a celebrity, the family's prestige had undoubtedly increased.

This circle always operated on mutual benefit. The guests today were likely either from prestigious families or prominent business figures.

However, after silently cleaning the glasses, Sherry Harrington still hadn't shown up.

"Hurry up and clean, especially the corners!"

Isabel Wollaston, who appeared from a side door in high heels, gestured with her hands, maintaining her usual overbearing demeanor.

Seeing her, Yvonne Harrington quickly turned away, but accidentally knocked over a glass on the table.

*Crash!*

The loud noise startled everyone, and they all turned to look at Yvonne Harrington.

"You?!"

When Isabel Wollaston recognized her, her heavily made-up face changed, and her eyes filled with mockery.

"I wondered who it was. So, the illegitimate child has returned!" Isabel Wollaston strode over, grabbed Yvonne Harrington's wrist, and continued venomously, "Seeing that Qingya has become successful, you want to come back and take advantage, don't you? You're just as disgusting as your mother!"

"Do you have to bark like a dog when you speak, even as the head of the Qiao family?"

Yvonne Harrington shook off Isabel Wollaston's hand and started to walk away, thinking that both Sherry Harrington and her mother were unbearable.

"Stop right there!"

This time, it was Sherry Harrington's voice. She had a cryptic smile on her lips as she slowly approached.

"Don't you want your mother's belongings anymore?"

The question came from behind Yvonne Harrington. Turning around, she faced Sherry Harrington, who was taller than her, and sneered, "Where are they?"

"You all, go about your business. Let's step outside and talk."

Sherry Harrington glanced around, glaring at those who were watching them.

"Qingya, what do you have to say to her?"

"Mom... it's fine."

...

The evening sky was painted red by the sunset. Sherry Harrington, dressed in a white dress, looked particularly enchanting in the fading light.

On the second-floor balcony, Yvonne Harrington stood face to face with her. One looked like an ugly duckling, the other a graceful swan.

"My mother's belongings."

Yvonne Harrington broke the silence, going straight to the point, not wanting to waste any more time.

"Your mother's ashes..." Sherry Harrington smiled, her gaze no longer mocking, her small, red lips moving, "I scattered them in the garden. If you want them, you can dig up the soil below..."