The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1421

Chapter 1421

Chapter 1421

It Seemed like the rumors about her weren’t just empty talk. With just a few words, she demanded that Barbara make a choice that satisfied her. This woman was truly a tough nut to crack. She curved her lips into a smirk, only to suppress it, hiding her sneer.

Chloe raised an eyebrow, a dash of sarcasm barely perceptible in her eyes. She caught every expression on Barbara’s face.

“Ms. Chloe is right.” Barbara’s voice was as sour as lemon juice the moment she spoke. Then she coldly said to Becky, “Becky, clean up this mess yourself!” Becky’s eyes widened in surprise, “Why? Why am I doing this lowly job?!”

Barbara’s face immediately turned icy cold.

Becky cut off her words abruptly.

Chloe raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Looks like Princess Becky hasn’t learnt herlesson, huh?”

“Chloe, you bitch…” Before Becky could finish her sharp retort, a hefty slap landed on her face.

“Do you have any idea how serious this is? You’ve offended so many respected artists. You’ve become a joke, and you want to turn the whole national banquet into

a joke, too?” Becky covered her face, tears streaming down as she looked at Barbara.

Barbara didn’t care and continued, “If our grandmother finds out about this, Becky.”

Her words hung in the air, filled with dangerous warning. Becky seemed to understand something, bit her lips, and glared at Chloe again.

“Get to cleaning, now!” Barbara’s authority and sternness were fully revealed. Becky was filled with resentment, but eventually, she turned and walked into the kitchen. Soon, she came out with a broom and dustpan.

Watching her clean in humiliation made everyone feel relieved. Chloe was no exception. Especially when she saw her clean up the plates and leftovers that she had knocked over, Chloe chuckled lightly.

When was she ever a pushover?

“Is everyone satisfied now?” Barbara said with a smile, her gaze lingering on Chloe. After she finished speaking, she slowly swept her gaze over everyone else. She was still the same humble and polite, with graceful manners.

The noble princess was doing the most lowly work in front of everyone, lost her royal dignity, and became a laughingstock for people’s amusement. Even though Becky was the one who caused this, she also lost her dignity!

Chloe chuckled and turned her head to the side, not responding.

The others seemed quite satisfied, “Let’s leave it at that. We’re doing this for the Queen.”

Everyone waved their hands, their attitudes indifferent. Afterwards, they all shook their heads and sighed.

“But the royal family’s education problem is a big issue. A princess who’s so brainless, it’s really an eye–opener.”

“She’s arrogant and disrespectful, loves to cause trouble. If she’s not corrected, who knows what she’ll become? This kind of behavior would be worrying even in an ordinary family, let alone she’s a princess. Everyone knows Queen Julia’s reputation internationally. How can she have someone like this around her?”

“Some traits are passed down from ancestors, flowing in the blood. She’s not of true royal blood. If she were a true princess, that’d be even more pitiful.”

The years of cultivation and patience allowed Barbara to endure their criticism and mockery of Becky, but the last sentence indeed hit her where it hurts. She gritted her teeth tightly, trying her best to control herself from arguing with these lowly people.

She slowly turned around, her eyes fixated on Chloe’s back, her fists clenched tightly. Chloe, she better left completely after the banquet. Barbara had to tolerate her for now.

“Ms. Chloe, you didn’t eat much. I’ll have the kitchen prepare another portion for you. Barbara said.

“No need. I remember clearly what Princess Becky said. I don’t want her to knock my plate over again, nor do I want to be pitied.” Chloe said.

She wouldn’t starve to death if she missed a meal; she could eat after the banquet ended.

Becky, who was cleaning nearby, heard Chloe and flared up again, “Yes, I’ll knock your plate over every time you dine! You’re not even worthy to smell the royal

food!”

“That’s too much!” An older man nearby suddenly shouted in anger, “You don’t know how to repent at all! You’re so arrogant and disrespectful with your princess title! If you were a true princess, that’d be one thing, but someone with no blood ties to the royal family, what right do you have to call yourself noble?”

Becky’s eyes widened, “What did you say?!” Her voice was shrill to the extreme.

Seeing Becky drop the mop and about to charge at him, Barbara’s eyes turned cold. She quickly walked over to Becky, looking down at her, “Becky, stop causing more trouble!”

Becky was about to explode with anger. “He insulted me!”

The man sneered, “I insulted you? I said you have no blood ties to the royal family and that’s an insult? Isn’t that a fact? What a joke!”

Barbara also gritted her teeth tightly. She was very angry right now!

She looked at Chloe, who was standing at the door at this moment, feeling panicked. What did her standing there mean? Did she know something?

Becky’s words provoked her. Maybe in the next moment, she would reveal that she was the real princess with the purest bloodline in this country? What was Chloe’s expression now? Was it sarcastic, ridiculous, or angry?

She felt uneasy, but soon several people came in through the door, one after another. Each of them was holding several shiny silver trays, and they walked in an orderly fashion.

Everyone looked puzzled.

Barbara watched them as they entered and placed the trays on a spacious dining table. Approaching slowly, she furrowed her brows and inquired, “Who are you and what are you doing?”

“We’re responsible for delivering dinner to Mrs. Harper. After their brief reply, they proceeded to arrange the silver trays on the table.

“Wow! Sis, come and have a look! These are the famous dishes from the Z Country that we had last time!” Becky said.

Barbara tumed to see that Becky had already lifted several silver lids, revealing the dishes within. Every dish hailed from the Z Country, renowned in its own right. Once more, she furrowed her brows.