Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Chapter 135: Locked In The Bathroom

Wen Xinya first went to the bathroom of the second story to wash up the red wine splashed on her.

Suddenly, a scuffling noise came from the door lock. Startled, she hurriedly went over to pull the door. However, it was already locked from the outside.

Great! She had expected too little of Wen Yuya—doing such a thing under such circumstances, was she not fearful of Grandpa's anger?

Wen Xinya could not help but laugh in exasperation! She could not have been more naive. To think that she could trap her with a mere door!

Unknown to Wen Xinya, Wen Yuya had already been so provoked that she had already lost her mind. Worsened by Xia Ruya's triggering words, her mind was only set on revenge.

She went to the window behind the bathroom, flipped out of it, slid down a story from the Corinthian column outside, and found a security guard tucked away in a corner. "I'm Wen Xinya, get the public relations manager over here."

Naturally, the security knew Wen Xinya, and her sudden appearance—decked in a blue tartan checkered blouse, classy and elegant, radiating her youthful spirit—shocked them. They hurriedly picked up a Bluetooth communication device and reported the situation to the public relations manager of the venue.

Within a minute, the public relations manager came rushing out, heaving as he saw Wen Xinya. "What are you doing here?"

Wen Xinya pointed upstairs. "Got unlucky and locked up by someone in the bathroom, and then came down from up there."

The public relations manager followed her cue, and, looking up, felt sudden dizziness—the European architecture had high stories, no less than 10 meters each, and she came down just like that?

"Are there any hidden passages here, leading to my room on the second story of the manor?" It was extremely impolite of her to leave the grounds of the party halfway through. Thus, she could not simply walk back in.

"Yes, there is. Please follow me!" The public relations manager hurriedly led her around the manor and up a flight of secluded stairs to the second story.

"Thank you!"

The public relations manager heaved slightly, removed the communication device—already set to the right frequency—pinned on his chest, and passed it to her. "Reach me directly if you need anything."

The party of this Miss Wen was filled with happenings, and there might be more coming. The public relations manager was terrified—afraid that any negligence would cause the failure of the party and tarnish the good reputation of the Soaring Public Relations company.

"Oh yes, I guess there's a camera at the bathroom!" Wen Xinya suddenly murmured, looking to the public relations manager with a pair of quiet eyes. She then looked down, scanned her fingerprint on the screen on the wall of her room—upon which the door clicked open—and stepped into the room.

The public relations manager stood motionless like a wooden chicken watching as the door opened and closed. A chill ran down his spine—with his years of experience at the position, he could read between the lines of Miss Wen's statement.

He wiped his perspiration off his forehead—this Miss Wen was indeed extraordinary!

He already vaguely knew what to do in his heart!

Wen Xinya changed into a light purple gown which clinched at her waist, made of smooth silk, with a flowy hem and exquisite embroidery of emotive branches. Blooming peach blossoms were stitched on with peach-colored threads, extending all the way from the hem to the waist.