Chapter 42: Was she a descendant of the Clan ThankGod?

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately withdrew several steps back as if they had been warned of a contagious virus, reaching out to cover their noses as if Heloise stank.

Bena was shocked again and hurriedly dropped the jacket in her hand on the ground, almost crying out.

She had actually touched the slut from the slums and felt going to die.

Someone thought of something, and said, "Yeah, those who escape from the slums have electronic locks on their hands. Coral, you were just going to see if she had that lock on her hand, right?"

At that, the crowd once again focused their eyes on Heloise's hand.

That's right.

The lace on her wrist was too deliberately tied, and besides, they had never seen such a kind of binding, it looked too strange.

Heloise stood there, looking at the way the crowd avoided it, and looked at Coral with a cold smile, "Ms. Brady, you're really interesting. One moment ago you said I was a thief, and next moment you said I was from the slums. What exactly do you intend to do?"

Coral had waited too long for something dramatic to happen and couldn't wait any longer, so she rushed over to Heloise while she was off guard and pulled off the lace ribbon on her wrist with one hand-

"It'll be interesting to see if you are from the slums or not!"

The ribbon floated away from Heloise's thin wrist.

On her wrist was a crystal-clear jade bracelet that looked extraordinarily warm against her complexion.

"..."

The scene was breathtakingly quiet for a moment.

Coral, her fingers wrapped around the lace ribbon in a death grip, stared in disbelief at the bracelet on Heloise's hand, her eyes nearly falling out of her head, "Impossible! This can't be!"

Her voice split away from her throat.

Coral couldn't care anything, excitedly stepping forward and grabbing Heloise's hand, checking back and forth, reaching out and touching it in disbelief, "How can this be? How can this be? Where's the electronic lock? Where's the electronic lock from the slums?"

How could Heloise's hand not have such an electronic lock? That lock couldn't even be broken by the average person.

Everyone around looked at her in dismay, not understanding why Coral was suddenly so agitated.

Heloise broke away from her grabbing, and then her hand raised to swing a slap to hit Coral in the face.

"Slap-"

The sound was crisp and clear.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Coral covered her face and raised her eyes to Heloise in shock, "Dare you to hit me?"

Coral was too shocked to even fight her back.

Heloise had always been a cowardly loser in front of her, but today she actually dared to hit her. For a moment, Coral was more surprised than angry.

"Yes, I mean to beat you. Do I have to give an application report first?"

Heloise gave a disdainful laugh.

"..."

Bena stood aside and looked at Heloise in shock. Is this woman crazy? She dared to knock Councilor Brady's daughter off, didn't she?

She quickly shouted, "Security! Security!"

Hearing this cry, Coral's eyes turned red, and with tears in her eyes, she looked at Heloise with an aggrieved face, "Young lady, I have no grudges with you, you ran into my birthday banquet without an invitation, I just wanted to verify it, is it necessary for you to hit me?"

This dainty voice instantly tickled the hearts of many of these trust fund babies.

Some who originally wanted to just watch from the sidelines had gone up to scold Heloise, "Why did you hit Coral?"

"You're too much. Where did you come from?"

"Call the police and arrest her!"

Upstairs, Reginald had been watching the show, his expression unchanged, his gaze always falling on the white figure downstairs.

The gown surely looked beautiful on her.

Ben still couldn't help but sneak a peek down the stairs. It seemed the offspring of those capitalists simply wanted to devour Heloise.

She was too naïve. What was she doing alone to mess with the people? Any one of them alone could easily cope with such an underdog from the slums as her.

She was nothing without Mr. Wordsworth's blessing.

Ben watched Reginald's face and saw that he didn't seem disgusted with this liar in Hyacinth Garden, and couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Mr. Wordsworth, do you want me to go down to ..."

"No need." Reginald looked coldly from the sidelines and said, "Let's see how this little blighter ends up by herself."

"Aye."

Ben responded, continuing to look down at the situation below.

Heloise was surrounded by the crowd, Bena was raging, and Coral was red-eyed and aggrieved.

One of the usually badly behaved rich kids took the opportunity to step forward and then grabbed Heloise's wrist, "How dare you beat up Coral in the Golden Cloud Hotel? Let's go, I'll take you to the police station!"

As he said that, he reached out and tried to grope her.

When his finger was about to poke her waist, Reginald's eyes snapped, a sinister look appeared on his handsome face, and veins jumped up from one of his hands holding the handrail.

Heloise unhurriedly blocked it away and spoke with a clear and cold voice, "Do you believe that if you touched me today, tomorrow your family's Riverfield Electronics Consortium would disappear from the PHOENIXFELL Empire tomorrow?"

Her eyes were not ruthless, and even the lethargy in her heart was apparent in her face, but her eyes were permeated with a stance that one would not dare to offend.

The rich guy subconsciously retracted his hand, then realized that he acted too wimpily, so he snorted, "You're shamelessly boastful! Who on earth are you that you can make the Riverfield Electronics Consortium disappear?"

"I'm nobody, I am afraid, it's just that the background behind me that all of you people together here can't afford to cope with."

Heloise said lightly.

Ben, who was upstairs taking it all in, couldn't help but sniff, "Mr. Wordsworth, I am afraid that she would be going to carry your name out to show off."

As the words fell, Ben realized that he had been too talkative again, and was about to apologize when he saw Reginald standing there, and the man who had always been of a hostile nature actually ticked out a smug arc at the corner of his lips.

"..."

Ben thought he'd misread the situation. Was his reaction supposed to be smug now?

Once again, he was confused.

What the hell was Mr. Wordsworth thinking?

"The little blighter got smart and thought it would be enough to lift me out, how can anyone believe her without proof?" Reginald let out a low chuckle and turned his eyes to look askance at Ben, "You go down there and take advantage of the right time to back her up."

Otherwise, Heloise wouldn't get out of this hotel tonight.

Originally, he only wanted to watch the show, but since the little blighter mentioned his name, he would give her a hand.

"Yes."

Ben was about to go down, when he heard a sharp female voice rising from below, "Background behind you? What background is behind you?"

"My last name is ThankGod."

Heloise said calmly, opening her mouth with only three words.

Last name ThankGod? What was the point of her saying the last name?

Wasn't it the time to raise Mr. Wordsworth's banner to back herself up?

Ben was stunned. He couldn't help but stop in his tracks, and when he looked at Reginald again, the smile on his lips had frozen.

Ben felt a chill swiping through the entire corridor.

Downstairs in front of the venue, Bena heard this and couldn't help but taunt, "So what if your last name is ThankGod? Is it a big deal to have the last name?"

Coral wanted to laugh aloud.

Heloise was trying to say she's Spicy ThankGod again, wasn't she?

It was really ridiculous. Did she still want to escape from here with a fake ID card?

"Madam, you wouldn't be unaware that the surname of the owner of the Golden Cloud Hotel is also ThankGod, right?"

Heloise stood there and let out a light laugh, her fingers brushing over the gown on her body, with presence of mind.

"The last name of the boss of Golden Cloud Hotel is indeed ThankGod, but what does it have to do with you ..."

Bena subconsciously retorted, suddenly closing her voice in mid-sentence, then looking at the people next to her, a shock written on every face.

What did she mean? Was she a descendant of the Clan ThankGod?

ThankGod's family, an ancient one that had been passed down for hundreds of years, and it was located at the southern border of the PHOENIXFELL Empire, and was well known by the whole country only as a brand noble and arrogant to the extreme Golden Cloud Hotel.