People started to gossip about Gillian, the woman who was foolish enough to offend the princess!

It didn't matter whether she was in the right or not. The point was, she had messed with the wrong person, and she would be the one who was wrong in the end.

That night, Gillian went to the Thompson Residence.

In the Thompson Residence

Near dinnertime, the old house was brightly lit. Several servants were busying themselves serving meals in the dining room. The Living room was occupied by the women.

Four or five women were trying to comfort one of their members who was crying.

“Don't cry. You can't go back and change anything. Be more careful in the future!" The woman who spoke was the wife of Peterson's second son.

Lea echoed, "Yeah. Evelyn's father is Carlos. She's untouchable."

With tearful eyes, Gillian said in a low voice, “I know you worked hard to get me that job. Heck, I was the supervisor of the finance department. But Evelyn took that away from me. Your friend was punished too. Why shouldn't I cry?"

"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, she's a Hilton." Their enemies were too strong, and there was no way for Lea to fight back, so she had to just grin and bear it.

Peterson's fourth son's wife indifferently glanced at the crying, delicate woman, and felt sick in her heart.

"Stop crying already. Tell you what: Dad's not here yet. Why don't you go upstairs and tell him dinner's ready?"

A servant came to them and said, "Dinner is ready. Ladies, enjoy your dinner."

The women began to move in unison towards the dining room. Gillian wiped her tears and stood up after her sister did.

After a while, three men came downstairs. The head of them was

Peterson, followed by Sheffield and the fifth son of the Thompson family, Sterling Thompson.

The moment Gillian saw Sheffield, her eyes were all over him. She had intended to wash up, but when she saw him, she changed her mind and waited there for him.

Lea went up to the men first and greeted them each with a smile.

“Peterson, Sterling, Sheffield-dinner's ready!"

Peterson nodded, and then Sterling responded, “Okay.” Sheffield remained nonchalant and silent.

When he came downstairs, he walked to the door, ignoring everyone else.

Seeing him leaving, Gillian rushed to catch up to him and called,

"Sheffield!"

“Your eyes are all red. Who made you cry like this?" he asked in a casual tone, squinting at her.

That was all Gillian wanted. She had been waiting for him to notice.