THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEFUL WIFE RETURNS-Chapter 233: DESTROYED EVENT

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Harlow added the final touches to Charlotte’s face before gently turning her toward the mirror.

"Wow," Charlotte gasped, placing both hands on her cheeks as she took in her reflection.

Her beautiful, wrinkled face looked radiant, the soft makeup enhancing her natural elegance.

"You young people really know fashion," she mused, admiring herself in the square-shaped mirror before her. "Back in my time, we didn’t have to do too much."

Harlow smiled. "It’s not the makeup, Grandma. You’re naturally so beautiful."

Charlotte chuckled, her heart warming at the compliment. This daughter-in-law of hers, she was beginning to love her more than she ever thought possible.

"Of course, I know that," she teased, lifting her chin proudly. "But you really are good at what you do, Harlow."

She reached for the diamond earrings Harlow had gifted her and carefully put them on. The dazzling jewels dangled gracefully, adding even more sparkle to her already striking features.

Harlow picked up the matching necklace, still nestled in its velvet box, and gently clasped it around Charlotte’s neck.

"Beautiful," Charlotte murmured, admiring the way the diamonds shimmered under the light.

"Are they a limited edition?" she asked curiously.

Harlow shook her head. "I customized them just for you."

Charlotte’s eyes softened. This girl... she truly had a way of making people feel special.

Before she could say anything else, Harlow’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and smiled. There were only two reasons Layla would be calling her, it was either the decorations were done, or her ever-so-sweet mother-in-law had caused another mess.

She answered. "Lay?"

"Harlow, they destroyed everything I spent hours decorating," Layla said from the other end, her voice surprisingly calm despite the disaster she was witnessing.

Harlow’s brows lifted. "What happened?" she asked, her tone just as steady.

"They said we didn’t use the right colors for the decorations," Layla explained, clearly trying to control her frustration. "Your mother-in-law said we disrespected her and demanded we take everything down. When I didn’t do anything, your sister and sister-in-law took matters into their own hands. They started ripping everything apart, breaking plates, tearing down the decorations, completely ruining everything."

Layla took a deep breath, her anger simmering. "How the hell do you live with these people? I would’ve killed someone by now."

Harlow laughed.

Layla frowned. "What’s funny, Harlow?" she snapped.

"Nothing, Lay," Harlow replied, her voice smooth and unbothered. "Go get ready for the main event. Leave those fools to play their little game."

Layla hesitated. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," Harlow assured her. She couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when they realized their efforts had been for nothing.

Did they really think she was stupid enough to do everything they demanded without a backup plan?

She had already anticipated Garth’s interference, which was why she had arranged a second venue. This was just the kind of childish move she had expected.

Garth had never called for a truce without an ulterior motive. Everything that woman does

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As the clock struck eight, guests began arriving at the Hamilton old estate. The place Garth had chosen for the party to be held just so she could have a free way of sabotaging it.

Instead of being welcomed into an elegant ballroom, the guests were greeted by complete chaos.

Garth had invited important people to the party. Huge socialites, prominent figures, close family friends and relatives. The elite of Halkhalls were all clad in beautiful dresses as they came together to celebrate the life of their beloved friend Charlotte Hamilton.

But the hall was a disaster. Torn drapes hung limply from the walls, shattered plates littered the floor, and what little decor remained was in complete disarray.

Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd. Murmurs began almost instantly. Curses and complaints flying from one corner of the room to the next.

"This is unacceptable..."

"Is this some kind of joke?"

"The Hamiltons have never been this disorganized. What’s going on?"

A woman, unable to hold her tongue any longer, turned to Garth with a sharp glare.

"What is going on here, Garth? Did you call us here just to insult us?" Garth kept an innocent expression as she turned to the furious woman who had just spoken.

"I’m as surprised as you are, Madeline," he said with a sigh. "I had asked my daughter-in-law to handle the party arrangements. I had no idea she would do... this."

She gestured toward the chaotic hall, her face filled with fake disappointment.

"I take full responsibility for what happened," she continued, shaking her head. "If I had known Harlow would do something like this, I would have never let her handle it."

Gasps of disbelief echoed through the room.

"Where is this Harlow now?" one woman demanded, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "She has to compensate me for wasting my time."

"Yes! Where is she?" several guests added in unison, their voices filled with irritation.

They wanted to see the woman who had supposedly ruined their evening, the one responsible for this embarrassment. The Hamilton name had already taken enough hits in recent times, but this? This was unacceptable.

"You should never let an inexperienced person handle a social event like this," another woman scolded. "This is a disgrace to the Hamilton family!"

"I’m sorry, Garth, but I don’t think I want to attend another event hosted by your family," someone else added.

This wasn’t the first time the Hamiltons had thrown a disastrous event, but it would certainly be the last time many of these guests accepted their invitation.

"Don’t blame Mother," Lia spoke up, stepping forward to defend Garth. "Blame the fool who doesn’t know how to organize a party!"

The murmurs grew louder.

"Who the hell is this Harlow?" someone asked in frustration. "And why is she even married into the Hamilton family?"

Just then, more guests arrived, including Frank and Elisa. They stepped inside, only to freeze at the sight before them.

The entire hall was in shambles.

Broken plates, torn decorations, and shattered glasses littered the floor. It looked as if a fight had broken out.

"Did we miss something?" Frank whispered to Elisa, his brows furrowed.

Lia, never one to miss an opportunity to stir trouble, raised her voice. "She’s Harlow Blackwood!" she bellowed. "The one who’s married to Alanis!"

A heavy silence fell over the room for a moment, before it erupted again.

Murmurs spread like wildfire.

Of course, it had to be her.

Who in Halkhalls hadn’t heard of Harlow Blackwood?

The desperate Blackwood daughter. The family disgrace. The black sheep.

As the room buzzed with judgment and ridicule, the doors opened once more.

And Harlow Blackwood arrived.