In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

Chapter 71 An Overgrown Baby
“I said, apologize!”
“In your dreams!” Yvonne still wasn’t scared. “I’m the daughter of a family that’s actually rich and powerful. Apologizing to an old
lady like you? You must be crazy!”
Hestia seized Yvonne’s collar and slapped her again. “The insolence!”
Yvonne had pissed her off so much that Hestia wanted to slap her a third time, but the former dodged her hand.
Grace discreetly gave Hestia a thumbs–up and whispered to her, “Nice one, Aunt Hestia.”
“Of course. I can take care of trash like her quickly enough, can’t 1?” Hestia smiled back “All you have to do is stand back when
I’m around.”
Grace felt like she was loved unconditionally, seeing how Hestia had defended her, and her gaze was filled with adoration.
Now, this was what family was supposed to be like. She didn’t need to curry favor by trading gifts for affection, and they would
stand up for her even if she hadn’t done anything for them.
Meanwhile, the slap had been so forceful that Yvonne needed to lean on a nearby pillar to regain her footing. It had also drawn a
huge crowd.
With a hand to her cheek, Yvonne called out for her eldest brother, Joe Quine. She spoke with a weakened voice and teary eyes
as she pointed to Hestia. “She hit me, Joe!”

Joe was about to stand up for his sister after she got hit in public. But when he looked in the direction she was pointing, his rage
immediately gave way to a flattering smile.
These were important people that he couldn’t afford to offend.
“I’m sorry, we’ve made a mistake. We’ll leave immediately! Please don’t be angry.” Joe’s tone was as humble as it could get.
“What are you apologizing for? She hit me! We need to settle this!”
“Shut up!” Joe roared.
As the crowd of onlookers grew, Joe became worried that Hestia would get angry. So he hastily tried to drag Yvonne aside and
thought about making a proper apology later on.
However, Yvonne stubbornly refused to move. “I don’t care. I want this old lady to apologize
to me.”
At that moment, b*dyguards wearing suits and sunglasses walked over to Hestia respectfully. Shall we escort them out,
madam?”
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“No need, just let them embarrass themselves,” Hestia instructed coolly. “I don’t think they can cause that much trouble, anyway.”
“Understood.” The b*dyguards stood behind her, unmoving.
It was only then that Yvonne finally realized something “Joe, who is she? Why are they calling her ‘madam‘?”

“Who else can it be? She’s Madam Fulton of Fulton Group!” Joe said.
Then, he tugged on Yvonne’s arm again. “What are you standing there for? You just insulted someone at their own exhibition!
Move!”
Yvonne was rooted to the spot, and she felt weak in the knees. She hadn’t known that the old country bumpkin beside Grace
was really that important.
So Hestia had been telling the truth. They did own the exhibition. Not only had Yvonne been horribly blind, she had also just cost
Quine Group an important business partner.
“I’m so sorry, Madam Fulton. My sister is young and ignorant, so she couldn’t recognize you.” Joe bowed his head low in
apology.
“Young?” Hestia shot Yvonne a disdainful look. “She’s about to have a child. What’s she pretending to be young for? Is she an
overgrown baby?”
Grace snorted. That was Hestia, alright. She shot back without mercy and had the slaps to back
it up.
The crowd began whispering among themselves.
“The Quines sure are bold. Don’t they know how powerful Fulton Group is?
“They should be scrambling to flatter her, and yet they made a scene on her home turf. Did they hit their heads or something?”
“I heard Joe Quine was trying to secure a partnership with Fulton Group. Guess that’s off the
table now.”
“No way! I’m still trying to develop some business deals with Fulton Group in Frenda!”
“Leave, you fools. Trying to make money in Frenda after offending Fulton Group? What a joke!
The whispers got louder and louder. Several presidents quickly called their secretaries to withdraw their investments from Quine
Group, then left.

Joe heard all of their comments loud and clear. Furious, he glared at Yvonne. “Look what you’ve done!”