"Evelyn Morgan!" Hannah Clayton was furious, "Do you think just because you’re Mrs. Lockwood now, I won’t dare to do anything to you? You won’t let her clean it up, but I will make her do it!"

With that, Hannah ordered the woman making the cake, "Did you hear me? Go clean it up! Or I’ll have you thrown out of here immediately! No one will dare hire you again in the future!"

The woman glanced at Evelyn Morgan, then at Hannah Clayton, said nothing more, and picked up a napkin to start cleaning the floor.

"Auntie!" Evelyn immediately grabbed her, "You don’t need to do this! She’s just being unreasonable!"

"That’s the benefit of having money." Hannah’s tone was unfriendly, "Without money, she has to do whatever I tell her to do! Not satisfied? Then help her yourself! Or go complain to your husband! Anyway, I don’t need to flatter him, I don’t care! Women like you and Cecilia Lynch just love relying on men, don’t you?"

"It’s okay, I don’t like working in a messy environment, I’ll clean it up and then continue making the cake." The woman spoke softly.

Evelyn frowned, if it weren’t for her confrontation with Hannah, the auntie making the cake wouldn’t have to endure this grievance.

A crowd gathered nearby, some hiding in the distance watching the drama unfold, but no one stepped forward to say a word of fairness.

There was a hint of desolation in Evelyn’s eyes—these wealthy people, all dressed in their finery, looked down on others like dogs and couldn’t understand the word "respect."

"You don’t need to clean it up." Evelyn’s voice was firm, "She’s the one who deliberately threw the cake on the floor, she should clean it up!"

"And if I don’t?" Hannah laughed, "Evelyn Morgan, what can you do to me?"

"Or..." Hannah dragged out her words, "Just as I said earlier, you want to wait for the man you’re clinging to, then pretend to be weak in front of him and ask him to help you save face?"

"What? Are you worried I might do just as you said, so you’re deliberately provoking me?" A cold curve appeared on Evelyn’s lips, "But dealing with someone like you, I really don’t need to involve my husband."

Hannah’s face was still full of disdain and scorn, clearly not believing Evelyn could resist her without relying on Caden Lockwood.

Hannah resolutely stood by Eleanor Keaton’s side, even to the point of flattering her.

Because Hannah liked Julian Keaton and wanted to marry him, which required Eleanor Keaton’s help.

"Not cleaning up yet?" Hannah forcibly tugged at the cake auntie’s clothes, "Do you plan to be kicked out now?"

Having said that, Hannah then provocatively looked at Evelyn Morgan.

Evelyn took a deep breath and coldly opened her lips, "Hannah, I won’t rely on my husband, and you shouldn’t rely on your parents either, let’s rely on our abilities and not involve others, let’s see who’s responsible for cleaning up this piece of cake, alright?"

"You and me on abilities?" Hannah laughed, "Who do you think you are? What qualification do you have to compare with me?"

"You don’t dare?" Evelyn retorted, "Afraid of losing?"

"Ridiculous!" Hannah lifted her chin, "You? Tell me, how do we compete with abilities?"

"Aren’t you socialites always priding yourselves on being talented and beautiful? Then you must have some specialties, right? Chess, calligraphy, speeches, etiquette, so many things, pick one, let’s compete, whoever loses, cleans up this place, how about that?" Evelyn suggested.

Hannah sized Evelyn up, a glint of triumph in her eyes.

If she accepted Evelyn’s challenge, not only could she make Evelyn look foolish, but she could also make herself shine, and when she reported back to Eleanor Keaton, she would be praised.

Such a good opportunity, Hannah certainly couldn’t refuse.

"No backing out if you lose!" Hannah wore a sure-win expression.