THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEFUL WIFE RETURNS-Chapter 232: CONSPIRACY

This Chapter is dedicated to Brooke_Miller_1107. Wow Brooke, thanks for the golden ticket.

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"Place that there."

"No, not like that! It needs to look perfect," Layla said, directing the decorators as they moved around the large hall, tying ribbons and transforming the space into something grand.

She moved swiftly, fixing minor errors, making sure every detail was flawless. She had promised Harlow she would make this place breathtaking, and she intended to keep that promise.

"The plates have to be gold," she reminded them firmly. "Special guests will be attending."

Time was slipping away fast. The event was in just a few hours, and if these people kept making mistakes, they would never finish on time.

What puzzled her, though, was the second room. Harlow had asked her to decorate not just this hall but another one a secret one. It was even more extravagant than the main venue, though Layla had no idea why.

Still, she didn’t question it too much. Harlow had her reasons, and Layla trusted her.

Finally, after hours of hard work, everything was done. The hall sparkled with elegance, ready to welcome the guests. Layla wiped her forehead, feeling both exhausted and proud. Just as she was about to leave and change into something more suitable for the event, the double doors swung open.

Garth. Claudia. Lia walked in with pride.

Layla knew instantly, this was trouble. Seeing Harlow’s notorious sister walk in.

Harlow had suspected something was off when Garth had insisted that she handle the decorations herself. Now she understood. This was all a setup. They wanted to humiliate Harlow in front of everyone, especially Charlotte. They wanted Charlotte to turn against her for good.

Layla straightened her posture as Garth’s sharp gaze landed on her.

"Mrs. Hamilton," she greeted coolly.

"Where is Harlow?" Garth asked as she eyed the girl before her. Garth and her daughters were already dressed for the event, even though they knew there wouldn’t be one, not after what they were about to do. Their plan was simple, ruin the decorations, frame Harlow, and watch as she drowned in shame and disgrace.

Tonight, they would put the proud Harlow in her place. She will never be able to come out of this embarrassment, the endless backlash she would receive would be heart-wrenching.

Layla held her tongue, not bothering to answer.

Suddenly, Claudia clicked her tongue in disapproval, eyes scanning the grand hall. "Mother, who said the decorations should be gold?"

Garth shook her head dramatically. "I told Harlow to use peach and white. Those colors match the theme perfectly." Garth played her part perfectly.

Claudia gasped, feigning shock. "So you’re saying she disobeyed you, Mother?"

"She did," Garth said firmly.

"As the next head of this family, Harlow has no right to disrespect you," Claudia added.

"It’s not Harlow’s fault," she said calmly. "She told me about the colors, but I thought they wouldn’t match Mrs. Hamilton’s personality." Layla took the blame for it. Harlow has told her a few things about her sister and she knows how very destructive this witch could be.

Lay tried to be as polite as possible even if her demons were fighting to come out. She couldn’t let them lose, not yet.

Lia’s face twisted in disgust. "So you, a common event planner, thought it was okay to go against orders?" Before Layla could react, a sharp smack landed across her cheek.

Her head snapped to the side as Lia’s slap stung against her skin.

"How dare you disrespect my mother?" Lia hissed.

Layla clenched her jaw, biting back the urge to retaliate.

She wasn’t an event planner. She was the CEO of the country’s biggest news station, the daughter of a media mogul, the woman who had taken her father’s company to new heights.

She had agreed to help Harlow because she was her best friend. But that didn’t mean she would allow these people to treat her like trash.

Claudia smirked, watching Layla with satisfaction. Oh, she knew exactly who Layla was. She knew about her wealth, her influence. But to her, it didn’t matter. Layla was nothing compared to her.

If she wanted, she could have her father, crush Layla’s company and leave her with nothing.

Garth stepped forward, her expression full of fake anger. "How dare you go against my words?" she barked.

By now, the decorators who had been preparing to leave and change had gathered, watching the scene unfold.

Claudia turned to Garth, her voice sickly sweet. "What will her punishment be, Mother?"

"She should redecorate the entire place again. Exactly the way I wanted it," Garth declared.

A wave of murmurs spread through the room. Everyone knew it was impossible.

There were barely forty minutes left before the guests started arriving. Redecorating the entire hall in that time? It wasn’t just difficult, it was inhumanly impossible.

Layla inhaled sharply, forcing herself to remain calm. "I’m sorry, ma’am, but that won’t be possible," she said politely.

Claudia scoffed. "It seems you’re deaf. If Mother said she wants it redecorated, then that’s what you’ll do."

She grabbed the tablecloth of the nearest table and yanked it hard. Plates and glasses crashed to the floor, shattering on impact.

Layla’s breath caught.

Lia smirked and followed suit, moving to another table and doing the same. The loud sounds of breaking glass filled the hall.

Layla felt her anger rise, but she gritted her teeth, trying to control herself. "This is unreasonable," she said sharply. "Please stop, you’re ruining everything."

Lia laughed mockingly. "You want to see unreasonable?" She stormed over to a corner and grabbed the fabric draped along the walls. With one harsh tug, she ripped it down.

Then she turned to the decorators, who stood frozen in shock.

"What are you all standing there for? Start pulling everything down!" she ordered. "Or I’ll have you all locked up!"

Slowly, hesitantly, the workers obeyed.

Layla watched in horror as they tore apart hours of hard work, destroying everything she had so carefully put together.

Claudia folded her arms, watching with satisfaction. "Ingrates," she sneered. "Next time, you’ll learn to follow orders."

Layla swallowed the lump in her throat.

They had no idea.

Harlow had never given her instructions about any specific colors. She had only told her to decorate the hall however she saw fit.

And now, they had ruined it all.

Layla turned and walked out of the hall. She needed to call Harlow.

She didn’t know how her best friend managed to deal with these people, but at this moment, she was fighting everything in her not to break them herself.