Chapter 979

Hazel stomped the toes of her canvas shoes with the exaggerated flair of someone strutting in stilettos, her hips swaying as she sauntered confidently toward Frederick. Without hesitation, she hooked her arm through his and leaned in with syrupy sweetness, her voice practically dripping with honey. "Brother Frederick, don’t let her tag along in your car—I’ll get jealous! Besides, I’m starving. Let’s go get something to eat, hmm?” Violet's expression faltered for a split second before tightening into something brittle. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the slip of a girl press herself so shamelessly against Frederick. But when Hazel spoke in that sugary, coquettish tone, Violet’s lips curled ever so slightly into a smile—one born of malicious delight. *Perfect,* she thought. That nauseatingly sweet voice, that forward, clingy behavior—Frederick loathed this kind of woman. Over the years, countless admirers had tried the same tired tricks, thinking their beauty or flattery might win him o