"Mashauva."
Freddy's expression was very serious. "The person who called just now was Rosalie. She told me that Mashauva's at the party. She usually doesn't lie. I guess she had done her homework before executing it."
Bruno was silent.
Bruno did not respond for a long time, but Freddy could sense the obvious change in his mood. Bruno cherished and doted on Mashauva, and would get upset at others even if they just passed a comment on her.
As Rosalie had brought Mashauva to her birthday party then, she was really digging her own grave, and of course he would be angry! She clearly knew the consequences of her action yet she still took the risk and brought Mashauva to her birthday party.
Freddy could almost foresee the outcome without having to try.
"Where is it?" asked Bruno in his deep voice.
"She just sent her address. Are you going over now?"
Bruno put on his jacket and replied without any emotion as he zipped it, "I'm going to bring Mashauva back."
At the birthday party.
Hailey and Lena had already changed into their dresses for the party, and they had even put on some make up. They had attended birthday parties before, but usually with people around their age. It was different then. The ones who were attending that day's party seemed to be at least a few years older than them. Besides, there were a lot of guys who were taller and more attractive. Lena and Hailey were excited and attracted to them when they saw the guests.
"If it wasn't for Bruno, I would definitely be tempted," said Hailey as she scanned through the crowd and stared at the good-looking guys. She felt she was losing out as she couldn't act on her desires.
Lena, however, just twitched her lips and said with a chuckle, "Be more ambitious. These are just commoners. Bruno is one in a million."
"That's true. It'd be a different story if he's not around. Since I've set my eyes on him, I just have to pursue him. We shall see again after he rejects me."
As they spoke, they simultaneously glanced at
Mashauva's direction. She was still in her original outfit and didn't change. She was happily eating a slice of fresh fruit cake, and her face was glowing with excitement and joy. After each bite she took, she would squint her eyes in contentment. She looked rather adorable.
Both of them looked at her scornfully.
"She's already so fat, why is she still eating? Does she not have any self-awareness?"
"People like her do not possess any self awareness. All she cares about is food, and never about her figure."
"If it wasn't for the fact that she is Bruno sister, I would never befriend her. Does she think she's cute, looking like that?"
"I don't know. Anyway, she just disgusts me, but I have to endure it anyhow. After all, if she was to become my sister-in-law in the future, I might even have to ask her to lose weight with me."
Mashauva was not aware of all the gossips about her. The only thing on her mind was how delicious the fresh fruit cake was. She planned to ask Rosalie where she got it from, so she could ask Bruno to get some for her in the future.
Mashauva felt delighted at the thought of getting to have more delicious cakes in the future.
Most people who were invited by Rosalie to the birthday party came with the intention to show off. Otherwise, they were there to see if there was anything interesting that would happen at the party. Mashauva was the only person who went there just for the food.
Rosalie's friends stood beside her and watched her enjoying her cake.
"Is she really Bruno's sister? How can she eat so much? Also, she doesn't look quite like Bruno either."
Rosalie swirled the red wine in her glass and said with a faint smile, "That's not his biological sister. They grew up together."
"What? She's not his biological sister, and she's even his childhood sweetheart, so why did you bring her here? Aren't you afraid that she might..."
"No." Rosalie's smile was confident. "They have a very pure relationship. Haven't you seen what she looks like? All she cares about is food, and nothing else."
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