Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

“Alamak! Let me see! Let me see!” Mabel demanded excitedly. A footman wordlessly
appeared at Jacqueline’s side. She handed the iPad to him and he dutifully walked it over
to the other side of the table where Mabel was seated. Lucia, clearly not as engrossed in
Siddhartha as she pretended to be, rushed over to peer at the pictures with her
grandmother, reading aloud:
“The ink hasn’t even dried on Hong Kong tech titan Charles Wu’s divorce papers yet, but this apparently
didn’t stop him from orchestrating an over-the-top marriage proposal to his gorgeous girlfriend Astrid
Leong. The million-dollar proposal involved renting out the fairy-tale Mehrangarh Fort in Jodhpur, hiring
more than a hundred musicians and dancers, and having Bollywood superstar Shah Rukh Khan
serenade them while an elephant helped to deliver the ginormous diamond ring. Looking at the pictures,
Astrid has obviously said yes, but there’s one small problem—as far as we know, this high-born beauty
is STILL MARRIED to Charlie’s arch rival, the Singapore tech wünderkind Michael Teo.”
Mabel squinted at the picture. “Aiyah, hou sau ga! *6 When were these taken?”
“Last weekend, it looks like,” Jacqueline said.
“Last weekend? But isn’t Astrid in Singapore with the rest of the family?”
“Obviously she snuck out of town with Charlie. My God, can you imagine how furious
Felicity and Harry are going to be when they see this?” Cassandra said, shaking her head.
“Not only that, but this is a disaster for her divorce case. Michael’s going to have so
much new ammunition now. Poor Astrid!” Jacqueline sighed.
Mabel huffed, “Poor Astrid my foot! She should be at her grandmother’s bedside
instead of splashed all over the news! How dare that Charlie Wu propose to her again!
The cheek of him…still trying to invade our family! I thought Felicity got rid of him years
ago!”
“Oh Mother, those two have been in love since day one. If Felicity had let it happen the
first time around, the whole Michael Teo disaster would never have happened!”
Cassandra said.
“Felicity was right to put a full stop to that nonsense. Those Wus were completely
unacceptable! That ghastly vulgar mother of his—I’ll never forget what she did to me!”
“What did Irene Wu do to you?” Jacqueline asked.
Cassandra rolled her eyes. “That’s ancient history, Mum. Please don’t bring it up again!”
“That! Woman! Tried! To! Steal! My! Seamstress! I found this girl, Minnie Pock, who
did the most wonderful tailoring. She had a little shop next to Fitzpatrick’s on Dunearn
Road, soooo convenient, and she could replicate all the Nina Ricci, Scherrer, and Féraud
dresses I loved so perfectly.”
“My goodness, Mabel, those Louis Férauds were fakes? They looked like they came
straight from his Paris boutique!” Jacqueline lied.
Mabel nodded indignantly. “Yes, I had everyone fooled. But then that Irene Wu came
along and tried to hire the girl to work in their tacky ‘mansion’ full-time! So then I had to
go and hire her full-time!”
“So you won?” Jacqueline asked.