Chapter 9 It Turned Out to Be His Disciple

The man's powerful aura shocked everyone.

It was him?!

A trace of surprise flashed across Wendy Cassia's pretty face, but then she regained her composure.

Louis Wellington glanced at everyone coldly.

Astonishment and bewilderment could be seen on their faces, but only Wendy Cassia remained calm.

Seeing this, Louis Wellington's eyes changed and turned soft when looked at her.

"Louis~" Franti Cassia twisted her waist and held his arm to show the intimacy between the two, "How dare this unknown woman steal the necklace of Nancy? God will not pity her!"

Her voice was sharp and harsh, making people feel very uncomfortable.

Louis Wellington's eyes, which had been softened, turned cold again. He glanced at the woman beside him and said, "Oh, really?"

Wendy Cassia looked back straightly and was not afraid at all when met with his cold eyes.

The corners of Louis's lip curved into a smile. How could such a woman be a thief?

Louis Wellington asked softly, "What do you want to say?"

"No matter how stupid one is, he or she won't steal at this party." Wendy Cassia said in a low voice with firmness.

She wouldn't admit the guilty which was forced upon her.

Hearing this, Franti Cassia sneered and looked at Wendy with mockery in her eyes. "If you didn't steal it, why did the necklace appear in your bag? There were a lot of people mixed up at the party. It's inevitable that you would do something bad when you are tempted."

Every time she said that, her tone became more serious. It could be seen that she wanted Wendy Cassia to leave here very much.

"Yes, the necklace has been found, but she is still defending."

"She must be a repeat offender. How could she be so calm after stealing things?"

"Miss Monica shouldn't have been softhearted. It's good to arrest her and punish her."

Wendy Cassia couldn't help laughing in her heart at these people's words.

Franti Cassia pulled Louis away from Wendy.

After all, Franti Cassia was overshadowed by Wendy when standing with her, but she was more worried that Louis would find something wrong.

"We'd better not get too close to her. She is just a strange woman. Drive her out." Franti Cassia said to the security guards next to her.

"I trust her!"

Only three words shocked everyone present.

No one knew why the arrogant Louis Wellington would stand for an unknown person.

Confused, NancyMonica stepped forward and asked, "Do you know her, Mr. Wellington?"

"No, I don't." Louis Wellington replied quickly.

He thought it was a favor.

Wendy Cassia was surprised by the man's action. Was it for the favor that night?

That was the only explanation for the time being. But he was the boss of the Wellington Group. She had saved a great person.

Franti Cassia tugged at the corner of Louis Wellington's clothes and asked in confusion, "Louis, do you know what you are talking about?"

"This lady is wearing a limited edition dress and the price is no less than the necklace. Why would she do that?" Louis Wellington squinted at the woman in a yellow fishtail dress.

His words caused an uproar.

"I said the dress looked different. It's really a limited edition."

"Since the value of the necklace is equal to that of Miss Monica, she must be a famous person. There must be something wrong."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Wellington has stood out. My God, I really want to know what background this woman has!"

The crowd who had been skeptical just now immediately changed the direction.

Franti Cassia's face darkened. Why did Louis suddenly meddle in other people's business? She glanced at Nancy Monica and saw that she was looking at Wendy Cassia unhappily.

It was said that Nancy Monica had a special crush on Louis Wellington since she was a child. Now it seemed that it was true.

In the past few years, although Franti Cassia often stayed with Louis, Louis was very cold to her. For the time being, she hadn't been treated as a rival in love by Nancy Monica.

But this woman could make Louis Wellington, who had always been unconcerned about others, speak for her. There was only jealousy left in the eyes of Nancy Monica.

Franti Cassia smiled. It seemed that she didn't need to do anything. She would like to see how Wendy Cassia would deal with it.

"Mr. Wellington, it's a fact that my necklace was taken from her bag. Everyone has seen it." Nancy Monica looked at Wendy Cassia with hostility.

"At that time, my handbag was also put on the washbasin. I think... Someone deliberately framed me."

Then Wendy Cassia turned to Franti Cassia subconsciously.

Pouring red wine all over her dress, leading her into the bathroom, putting Nancy's necklace in her handbag, and then opening it in public. What a good card.

Franti Cassia felt a little guilty under the burning gaze. She cleared her throat and said, "Do you have any evidence? It's just your self-assertion."

"Miss Cassia is right. No one knows whether she is telling the truth or not."

"We saw the necklace was taken from her bag. Now she said it was a frame-up. We don't know if there is any evidence."

Evidence?!

Wendy Cassia raised her eyes slightly, it was what she wanted to hear.

"It's very simple. We just need to check the fingerprints on the necklace." Wendy Cassia said slowly.

She was so calm that Louis Wellington admired her composure.

This woman was not simple.

"Yes, if she didn't steal it, there must be no fingerprints of her on the necklace."

"It seems that she is not a thief to make such a request."

This time, Franti Cassia was in a panic. If they took it out to have a test, wouldn't she be exposed?

"Wow, it's so lively here!" A hoarse and deep voice came through.

It was the master of the Monica family, Hanoa Monica.

Although the master was old, his body was still strong and his face was glowing, but his silver hair was still visible in his black hair.

As soon as he saw Wendy Cassia, a smile gradually bloomed on his thin but ruddy face. "Miss Cassia, I finally see you."

When Wendy Cassia saw the master, she greeted him politely, "Mr. Mohr."

Mohr was the master's pet name in the industry.

Looking at her father, Nancy Monica angrily criticized, "Father, she stole my necklace!"

"What?" Hearing that, Hanoa Monica's eyes darkened and then he burst into laughter. "This should be a mistake. How could George's disciple be a thief?"

"George? Is that George Terrence?"

"His disciples are very few. Is this woman his disciple?"

"Oh, my God!"

Franti Cassia was also stunned. How could she be the apprentice of the famous designer George?!