Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth

Chapter 582 I Am Not A Mistress

The advice Nathaniel offered wasn't to encourage Christina to confront Winston directly. He simply

wanted to let her know he would do whatever it took to fulfill her desires.

Even if he had to pay a dear price, he would safeguard her.

Having spent a long time with Nathaniel, Christina had reached a level of tacit understanding with him

and was willing to accept his intention.

“I know what to do.” A hint of haughtiness flashed across her eyes as she blinked. “If I acquire

important clues from Winston about the past, fail to control myself, and end up crippling him, you have

to protect me.”

Nathaniel scratched her palm lightly with his fingers. “Do as you please. Winston won't dare to cause

you any harm.”

“Where's the lounge? Let's hurry over.” Christina could hardly suppress her excitement to stir up

trouble, yearning to meet the well- known figure, Winston, in person.

Nathaniel held Christina in a protective stance while leading her toward the lounge.

When the two were passing through a garden, they heard a commotion resonating across the night

sky.

Christina didn't want to meddle in others’ affairs, but one of the voices sounded too familiar.

She stopped in her tracks and turned toward the source of the noise.

Nathaniel frowned. “Christina, do you want to go over and watch what's happening?”

Now that Christina was pregnant, Nathaniel wasn't fond of her mingling in crowded and chaotic places. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

After all, if there was any pushing or uproar, she might easily get hurt by accident.

The high-end banquet venue was filled with members from prestigious families and celebrities.

Arguments were commonly seen during such occasions as those elites of the society fought to be in

the limelight. Bullying others on the spot had become a norm for them to satisfy their desire for victory.

Christina uttered, “I think I just heard Bailey's voice. I have to go over and take a look.”

She quickly slipped out of Nathaniel's arms and hastened toward the center of the ruckus.

Nathaniel trailed behind her expressionlessly.

When Christina arrived, the area around the pool was already crowded with onlookers.

Two beautiful women were brawling, one of them straddling the other. The woman on top pulled the

hair of the woman beneath her and repeatedly slapped the latter while incessantly hurling insults.

“Julian is my fiancé, and everyone knows about this. Aren't you a daredevil for having the guts to

seduce my man under my watch? You even climbed into bed with him. I've arranged for someone to

follow you for some time now. You could've done anything else, yet you chose to be a despisable

mistress. Since you're so adept at seducing men, I suppose you must've slept with countless of them

all the time. The Cook family has done a poor job raising their daughter. I'll flay you today and help your

parents teach you a lesson about dignity and self-respect, you shameless woman!”

Christina pushed her way through the crowd, and the sight before her made her gasp.

The person being bullied and pinned down was Bailey.

Bailey's makeup was ruined, and there was even a scratch on her face, smearing her countenance

with blood.

Even worse, Bailey's dress was drenched in alcohol and torn to shreds, leaving her body barely

covered.

Nonetheless, the woman hitting Bailey was unrelenting. Her ferocious demeanor appeared no different

from a crazy woman. The onlookers were all enjoying the spectacle, and none stepped forward to

break up the fight.

“Tl kill you!” That woman strangled Bailey with all her might using both her hands.

Bailey's face was turning purple. She was absolutely no match for her opponent. “Let... go of me.

Help!”

Christina was enraged. She picked up a bottle of wine on the table and flung it at the woman's back.

“Christina!”

Following Nathaniel's growl, the wine bottle smashed against the woman's back, scattering glass

shards and splashing wine over the three women.

That woman turned around and glanced at Christina in bewilderment before her body went limp, and

she tumbled off Bailey. The striking red liquid flowed on the green lawn, forming a spine-chilling sight

as others failed to discern whether it was blood or wine.

“Ahh! It’s murder! Someone hurry up and call security!” someone in the crowd suddenly screamed,

causing the scene to erupt into chaos. Nathaniel took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around

Christina, cradling her in his arms. He kissed her forehead and continuously reassured her in a gentle

voice, “Don't be scared. It's all right. She's not dead. Don't look.”

Christina's face was pale. Her body and hands trembled greatly. A surreal sense washed over her as

her mind buzzed and her brain throbbed painfully.

While listening to his soothing consolation, she felt a warm and large palm covering her eyes.

“Be good. Don't look. You'll have nightmares.”

Christina sobbed and buried her face in Nathaniel's chest.

Bailey inhaled sharply and gazed at Zeila Langford, who was lying in a pool of blood, in stupefaction.

She clambered a few steps sideways. Immediately afterward, Julian's towering figure appeared in

Bailey's line of sight.

Taking in that horrifying scene before him, he riveted his astonished gaze on Bailey.

The pent-up grievances within Bailey's chest instantly collapsed. Bailey looked at Julian with an

anticipatory look. “Jul—”

However, the rest of her words got stuck in her throat when she noticed his subsequent actions.

Julian strode past Bailey, carried Zeila in his arms, and growled at the security guards behind him,

“What are you standing there for? Hurry up and call an ambulance!”

Then, he swiftly walked away with Zeila in his embrace without uttering a single word to Bailey the

whole time.

Bailey's expectations and fear intertwined, forming an impenetrable and suffocating net that ensnared

her.

Heart-wrenching pain erupted in her chest, and the agony was so intense that she almost suffered an

emotional breakdown.

Bailey sat in her spot, staring blankly ahead and allowing others to direct mocking and disdainful

glances at her. She didn't retort even as the onlookers besmirched her reputation and berated her.

Julian's appearance quickly pulled Christina back to her senses. “Bailey, let's leave this place for now.”

Christina crouched down beside Bailey, took off the suit jacket on her, and draped it over the latter.

“Let's go.”

Bailey grasped Christina forcefully, her grip so strong that it left red marks on Christina's fair skin.

Nathaniel received two blankets from a server and handed them to Christina. “There are a lot of

reporters outside. We should leave from the side door.”

Christina shot him a grateful look and took the blankets from him. She wrapped one of the blankets

around Bailey's body and draped the other over her head, concealing Bailey's face.

Nathaniel had alerted Sebastian in advance to bring the car to the side door.

The trio successfully navigated through the deserted path and got into the black Maybach parked at the

side door.

Nathaniel looked at Christina. “You take her to the hospital. I'll stay here to handle the aftermath. If you

need anything, let Sebastian know. I'll join you shortly.”

He leaned over the car window and kissed Christina's forehead before indifferently instructing

Sebastian to roll up the car window. After that, the black Maybach slowly moved out of the manor.

Christina had seen Bailey in her prime, and she had also seen the latter heartbroken and despondent.

However, she had never seen Bailey in such a miserable and helpless state before.

Bailey held Christina's wrist tightly as if grasping her last lifeline. “Christina, you must believe me. I'm

not a mistress. I never intended to steal another person's husband!”