My Billionaire Husband

All the money Antonette had saved over several months was only just enough to pay for the dress. She was very proud of it and was sure she could attract the attention of some rich guys at the dance.

Antonette was pleased with the girl's compliment. But she condemned the girl for not finishing her sentence, putting it down to a lack of social experience. Antonette decided it was better to forgive the young girl this time.

The two girls left and returned to their group of friends. Pointing at Antonette's dress, they laughed, "See. She must have bought it at a discount. Look at that loose thread."

One of the girls, quite tall and with distinctive purple hair, wore a cold expression. She had stood beside them to see what was going on. Hearing what they said, she walked to Antonette and looked at her carefully.

As the girl approached her, Antonette felt tense. She held her arms firmly against her c.h.e.s.t.

The purple-haired girl noticed Antonette's fear. Having got what she wanted, she flashed Antonette a big, fake smile.

Antonette still felt confident. After all, she was Brian's secret girlfriend in their eyes. Wasn't she?

"Miss White, I have some questions for you." The girl with purple hair smiled sweetly.

Thinking of Brian's status, Antonette was rather confident. She replied dismissively, "Who are you?"

The girls around them whispered to each other. The purple-haired girl was the daughter of a stockholder of the William Group. Her father was a business giant in Atlanta. Although Brian was rich and famous, even he had to show some respect for this girl's father.

They hadn't expected that Antonette was not only bad in taste, but also inexperienced.

The girl didn't show her surprise like the others. She smiled slightly, "I'm Anna."

Hearing the girl introduce herself, Antonette was ecstatic. She thought this might be the beginning of her elite life.

But Anna ended her dream swiftly. She leaned over to Antonette, and her long fingernails pinched a loose thread on Antonette's dress.

"Don't move, Miss White," she said.

The dress was a luxury for Antonette. But due to a slight flaw, it had been on discount. It was the only way she could afford it. She had tried to repair it herself, but it had only made the dress' flaw more apparent, and the shape now showed off her slightly fatty belly.

Anna pressed her hand against Antonette's belly and laughed, "Miss White is quite healthy."

The girls around them all laughed. Antonette finally understood Anna was messing with her, and her face turned white.

"Alright. Stop disgracing Brian. Time for you to go." Anna said sarcastically.

"You don't know about my relationship with Mr. William? He won't forgive you for this!" Antonette shouted and stamped the floor in anger.

Anna was not afraid of her threats. She glanced back at her friends. Antonette thought Anna was going to harm her. She hugged herself tightly and took a step backward.

Anna was tall. Even if with Antonette's extra-high heels, she was only slightly taller. Putting her hand on Antonette's shoulder, Anna wore a gentle expression and said, "Relax, Miss White. I'm not going to do anything to you."

Antonette decided she would have to try and reconcile with this girl.

"I am not afraid!" Antonette raised her voice so that everyone could hear her.

"Don't be mad. See, when you frown, it ruins your makeup."

Anna also raised her voice, and everyone heard what she said. She smiled coldly at Antonette and took the glass in Antonette's hand.

Antonette angrily attempted to grab the glass back, but Anna moved too quickly. Antonette moved clumsily in her high heels. Anna seized the chance and put her foot out in front of Antonette.

Antonette stumbled but managed to hold herself up. Seeing she was almost down, Anna looked at the two girls standing on either side, and one of them pushed Antonette to the ground.

Antonette had no mood to fight them and just tried to ignore the pain in her ankle. All she could think of was to pull her dress up to cover her legs.

Anna walked to Antonette and kicked at her hand. "What's wrong with you, Miss White? Are you afraid of exposing your body? Have a look around; is there anyone else dressed like you? You look like a s.l.u.t!"

Antonette had hurt her ankle, and her shoes had come off, lying in a heap by her side. Her hands were also in great pain from where Anna kicked them. Antonette sobbed helplessly on the floor, her tears sending mascara running down her sorry face.

More and more people gathered around. Soon, a man went to Brian and told him what was going on.

Brian had thought this might happen when he saw Antonette walk over to those girls.

Of course, he was not going to get involved in her business. She had brought it on herself. Why should he help?

After sending the man away, Ken uttered, "Boss."

Brian nodded his head.

"I just saw Miss Anderson, she's still here." Ken then left the room so that Brian could have space and time to think about what he should do.

Brian uncrossed his legs. He sat, contemplating for a while. Would Diana help that wicked woman if she knew what was happening to her? The answer was, "yes."

He could ignore it if Anna wasn't there. But he knew well that Anna was a spoiled child and often treated others badly. If Brian saw her, he would have to show her some respect.

However, if Diana fought Anna on Antonette's behalf, Diana would be the one that suffered. How could he stand by and let that happen?

"Silly girl!" Brian cursed to himself. 

Diana was on her way to the washroom when she heard a few girls saying that their friend Anna was causing trouble with a girl called 'Miss White.'

They spoke in a mean, sarcastic tone and their words were harsh. Diana wasn't sure what to do, so she continued past them.

When she came out of the washroom, the girls were still talking about the same thing. They said that Anna had pushed Miss White to the ground, and everyone was laughing at her.

Diana couldn't stay cool anymore. Were they talking about… Antonette?

Diana looked at them. A girl with a bob haircut looked back at her indifferently.

Why were these girls so conceited? Diana was just a stranger, and they looked at her like she was a piece of dirt. If the girl they were talking about was Antonette, she must have suffered a lot.