Chapter 566: Chapter 566

In the Keating family’s garden.

Many debutantes of K country’s social elite gathered together, sipping tea and enjoying exquisite pastries.

Giselle Keating walked over with Eleanor Sterling.

"You all made it? I was just busy, did I keep you waiting?"

The socialites turned their heads, asking, "Giselle, come over here quickly."

They had been instructed beforehand to show the woman with Giselle some disdain.

Rumor had it that the woman was from the small Veridia City, most likely quite shabby, and such a woman would feel very inferior and could easily be mocked into humiliation.

Giselle asking them for help was a bit too tense.

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But to their surprise, when they saw Eleanor Sterling walking over with Giselle, they felt that Giselle hadn’t overshadowed her at all.

Eleanor Sterling was wearing a dress today, her slender waist cinched as if it couldn’t even hold a grip, her features were elegant, and she radiated an astonishing beauty.

This was the country bumpkin Giselle talked about?

Could a bumpkin have such charisma? Could there be a mistake?

The debutantes, who planned to mock Eleanor based on her appearance, were momentarily speechless.

How could they find words to ridicule someone like Eleanor?

Giselle sat down with Eleanor.

At this moment, someone snapped back and asked, "Giselle, who is this?"

Hearing the question, Giselle covered her mouth and laughed, "Oh, she’s Eleanor Sterling, from Veridia City, a guest of my fifth brother."

The other socialites looked at each other in dismay.

"What kind of place is Veridia City?"

"Right, I’ve never even heard of it."

"Which family is this Miss Sterling from?"

The debutantes intentionally asked this to put Eleanor down by her family background.

Eleanor naturally could hear this.

She slowly curved her lips into a smile, saying with a hint of irony, "Your knowledge is limited to your fists, being geographical illiterates, it’s normal not to know."

The socialites’ faces twisted with anger at these words, how dare Eleanor say such things to them!

They were among the top ten debutantes of K country, with complex family backgrounds.

Someone, with a sullen face, sneered, "Miss Sterling truly comes from a small place, speaking without an ounce of politeness."

Looking at her embarrassed and angry expression, Eleanor smiled faintly.

Are they actually polite themselves?

Eleanor watched her unhurriedly, and slowly said, "They say the top ten debutantes of K country are internationally famous for their knowledge and grace, gentle and demure, but it seems that’s not the case."

Giselle realized Eleanor was eloquent, not only was she unmatched herself, but the other women were also rendered speechless by her.

But her purpose in gathering these socialites wasn’t to rely on them to mock Eleanor, rather she wanted them as witnesses.

Giselle stood up and walked towards Eleanor.

She spoke, "Eleanor Sterling, you are too rude, quickly apologize to my sisters."

Seeing Giselle trying to reach for her, Eleanor felt a bit repulsed and instinctively avoided her.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Giselle gave a strange smile, pretending to be pushed by Eleanor, and fell backward.

"Ah! Eleanor Sterling!" Giselle let out a piercing scream as she staggered backward.

This is an aerial garden at the Keating’s, with a small two-story staircase below; falling from here would be quite painful.

Giselle screamed while rolling down the stairs.

Eleanor’s eyes darkened.

So this was Giselle’s true intent, she was willing to go this far to frame her.