Windsor Myres was pondering all the way home, and before long, she arrived back.
PM.
Cherry Lewis hadn’t gone to bed yet, just like yesterday, lying on the sofa waiting for her.
"Little Windsor!" Seeing her enter the door, Cherry Lewis scowled and beckoned, "Come here."
Windsor Myres stepped over.
Cherry Lewis directly tossed an invitation onto the table.
"What’s this?" Windsor Myres picked it up, glanced at it impatiently.
Cherry Lewis said, "It’s an invitation to the Ward Clan’s charity banquet, happening on Tuesday. Remember to attend."
"Me go?" Windsor Myres tossed the invitation back onto the sofa, "I’m not interested in this stuff, and with our current situation, we’re still doing charity? Mind your own business, stop trying to put on a pretentious show."
"Did I ask you to do charity?" Cherry Lewis said irritably, "Just pay attention while you’re there, see if there’s someone suitable..."
Before she could finish, Windsor Myres cut her off, "A man, huh?"
"What’s with your attitude?" Cherry Lewis sat up from the sofa, displeased, "What’s wrong with me asking you to look around? Oh, do you plan to rely on that poor kid for the rest of your life? Besides, I didn’t ask you to latch onto the richest man in the country, right? Why are you yelling at me? Let me tell you, you’re not even as good as that brat Maeve!"
Windsor Myres was stunned, "What’s that got to do with her?"
"Do you genuinely not know or are you pretending not to?" Cherry Lewis sneered, "Caiden Ward is practically putting her on a pedestal!"
Windsor Myres: "..."
Of course, Windsor Myres knew about Maeve’s situation, and for a moment, she was speechless.
Seeing her keep silent, Cherry Lewis said bitterly, "Even in death, that slut Ivy Cox can’t rest in peace; she birthed a daughter who’s practically become a spirit. That Caiden Ward, he never suffers a loss, and there aren’t many people nationwide who dare provoke him. If you were half as good as that brat, would I need to worry about you? I’d laugh myself awake from dreams!"
"Can you stop bringing her up?" Windsor Myres said, overwhelmingly annoyed, "If you’re so capable, why doesn’t Cesar Myres pamper you? If you couldn’t do it, then naturally neither can your daughter. Ivy Cox was capable enough to handle Cesar Myres, so it’s not surprising her daughter can handle Caiden Ward."
"What did you say?" Cherry Lewis suddenly asked.
Windsor Myres was baffled.
Cherry Lewis stared into her eyes for a long moment, then said thoughtfully, "Why didn’t I think of this?"
"..." Windsor Myres was truly confused.
Cherry Lewis was touching the large ruby ring on her hand, her voice strange as if talking to herself, "Do you think Maeve will become the next Ivy Cox?"
Windsor Myres: "?"
"No wonder I’ve heard Madam Ward has been helping him find women and even wants to take in that brat as her goddaughter; it all makes sense considering her mother was a vixen." Cherry Lewis’s voice was full of derision, but Windsor Myres immediately understood.
Caiden Ward pampering Maeve had become widely known in their circle.
But—
Because of various reasons, no one dared to say anything.
Maeve isn’t even ten yet.
She never thought much of it before.
But Cherry Lewis’s words suddenly reminded her, making her think: if Ivy Cox could marry Cesar Myres, who was more than twenty years older than her, could her daughter end up marrying Caiden Ward, who was nineteen years her senior?
Truly, like mother, like daughter.
Cherry Lewis had already considered it, looking at her with a sigh, "Pity you’re not someone Caiden Ward would even notice."