Chapter 81: Don’t Underestimate Me, I Know Things
Lottie smiled confidently and adjusted her sunglasses as she entered the upscale restaurant. She walked proudly as she was led to a private room, ignoring whispers that followed in her wake. Lottie knew what these people had to say about her, she had heard it all.
Ever since she had arrived the city with Jeff, she had been refused entry into the ranks of the elite class, the crème de la crème of society. Despite all of the money she spent on charitable events and all the stupid causes that were funded by their money they rejected them.
They still saw her as nouveau riche, a stranger without any roots who had come and tried to sit with them. That was why she wanted desperately for Brooke to be accepted by Sutton and her son, it would be a coup for her daughter to join their ranks.
Sutton, looking elegant and composed, sat at the only table in the room. As Lottie entered, she could see the disdain in Sutton’s eyes.
Lottie had no illusions about how Sutton felt about her and even Brooke. Fortunately, Sutton had to tolerate them because Brooke was a better choice that Lyse with her illegitimacy.
"Lottie," Sutton drawled, her voice dripping with condescension. "To what do I owe this surprising pleasure?"
When Lottie had called, seeking audience with her, Sutton had been very curious. She had wanted to say no because she had no inclination to spend time with the classless woman but after a thought, she decided to see what Lottie had to say.
Lottie ignored the snide remark. All she cared about was the fact that she would be seen in public, meeting privately with Sutton Marlowe. It would surely shut the mouths of people who were speculating that Brooke was also going to get dumped at the altar like Lyse.
"I needed to talk to you about something very important, Sutton," she said, her voice steady. "About Brandon."