What, you’re out of Coke too? There’s got to be something else you can sell, right?

Anyway, the rule was one hour, so Matthew Saxon clocked in and did exactly one hour of volunteer work.

Scarlett Yates mingled in with the crowd buying popcorn. With her kind of face—neither stunning nor distinctive—hardly anyone would remember what she looked like.

So the women gossiping away in full swing didn’t recognize her at all, even dragged her into their gossip circle—and the person they were gossiping about was her.

Woman A said, "I don’t think that woman, what’s-her-name, Zara Yates, looks like anything special. No idea what tricks she used, but she really did manage to claw her way up the branches and turn into a phoenix."

Scarlett’s mouth twitched a few times, a few black lines practically popping out on her forehead: Her name is Scarlett Yates, okay? Not Zara Yates!

Woman B chimed in, "Exactly, she looks totally average, just a generic face. Even her name sounds awful. Zara? That name is so ugly, it’s a tongue-twister."

Scarlett really couldn’t hold it in anymore. She coughed lightly and joined the gossip team: "Um, I think her name is Scarlett Yates, not Zara."

Woman A froze. "It’s not Zara?"

Scarlett: "No."

Woman A seemed a bit embarrassed. To avoid looking illiterate, she quickly made up for it: "I just skimmed it, who actually takes the time to see what her name really is? Zara or Scarlett, whatever, they both sound awful."

"You guys don’t know this, but I’ve got a distant relative who works for the Saxon Family. I heard from her that the only reason Scarlett Yates could marry into the Saxon Family was because she trapped them with a pregnancy."

Scarlett was stunned, eyes widening: "What, you’re saying she’s pregnant?"

Even she herself didn’t know she was pregnant, and yet these people apparently already did.

Woman A slanted her eyes at her, like she thought Scarlett was making a fuss over nothing. "If she wasn’t pregnant and didn’t have a bargaining chip, with her background and her looks, you really think she could marry Matthew Saxon?"

"Don’t be fooled by how well Matthew treats her now. That’s only because of the baby in her belly. These rich old families care most about bloodlines and heirs. She might not be much, but the child in her stomach carries the Saxon blood."

"My relative also said that when Matthew got into that car accident, she was the one picked from the hospital to take care of him. Who knew she’d use the opportunity to try every trick in the book to seduce Matthew. She studied medicine, so of course she’d know exactly what to do to have the best chance of getting pregnant."

"Anyway, this woman is seriously scheming, scary-level scheming." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

After hearing that, Woman B sighed. "No wonder people like us never get a shot at marrying into a rich family. My mom keeps saying I’m a silly, sweet airhead—too naive, no scheming at all. I’d never think of something like trapping a man with a baby."

"We women, as long as we’re willing to throw away our dignity, there’s nothing we can’t do. But we’ve got thin skin and simple minds; just not getting scammed by others already feels like a blessing. Where would we find the brainpower to plot against anyone?"

"Hmph, a shameless woman like that, even if she manages to marry into a rich family for now, she’ll get kicked out sooner or later."

"Scheming bitch!"

"Top-tier green tea slut!"

The scary thing about rumors is that the people spreading them can say whatever they want to slander you without taking any responsibility.

Embellishing, spicing things up, making stuff up out of thin air—that’s just par for the course.

Like right now, for example, Scarlett Yates had somehow "been" made pregnant out of nowhere.