Chapter 12 Did I Say Something Amiss?
Maryanne glanced at them, her gaze lowering ever so slightly, a flicker of cunning dancing in her eyes. She whispered to Maggie, “They’ve come to deliver the cash. You know your part.”
At the sound of that cutting tone, Maggie instantly comprehended.
A knowing smirk touched Maggie’s lips as she fixed Latoya with a chilling, deliberate stare. “I understand.”
Maryanne gestured to the clothes on the mannequin. “I want every single piece.”
“Right away, miss,” Maggie promptly adopted the guise of a deferential store manager.
She then signaled the other staff to attend to Latoya and Cristofer.
Unexpectedly, Maryanne’s gaze locked with Cristofer’s.
Her eyes held steady calm, while his eyes were a deep, unreadable abyss.
Maryanne slipped back into her customary frigidity–love for Cristofer or not, she would never show it.
Latoya caught their exchanged looks and tightened her arm around Cristofer’s, flashing a taunting smile. “Ms. Nielsen, quite the statement you made at the auction just now. And now, straight here to buy Valentino. Your boyfriend truly spoils you, doesn’t he?” Witnessing Maryanne revel in such extravagance, Latoya couldn’t suppress a surge of envy.
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Maryanne met her gaze with serene composure. “Of course. My boyfriend has always been exceptionally generous.”
Suddenly, an intense gaze skewered her.
Maryanne didn’t need to look to know it was Cristofer.
He turned to Latoya, his voice a low, magnetic murmur. “Latoya, I’m sorry I missed the purple diamond for you. If there’s anything you like, take it. As my girlfriend, you deserve nothing less than the finest.”
Latoya beamed–Cristofer had always doted on her so.
She shot Maryanne a triumphant look.
Maryanne averted her eyes. Latoya inwardly gloated, certain Maryanne had never known such adoration in her life.
Latoya was right. Cristofer had never once publicly acknowledged Maryanne as his girlfriend or wife.
Cristofer glanced at Maryanne with utter disinterest. Noticing her serene expression, he furrowed his brows, and his anger flared.
Maryanne scoffed inwardly. The chasm between love and indifference was immense, and Cristofer had never uttered such words to her.
“Cris, you truly don’t need to buy me anything. I’m fine, I don’t require anything. But, a girl can never have too many clothes, right? So I’ll take all these. What do you think?”
Despite claiming to reject Cristofer’s generosity, her words were a clear demand for him to purchase every garment here.
Cristofer handed his card to Maggie. “Charge it all.”
Maggie looked at Cristofer with a sheepish apology. “Sir, this ladv
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Cristofer shot Maryanne a dark, penetrating look, a playful smirk playing on his lips. “I’ll pay double. Sell them all to me.”
Maggie feigned reluctance, her gaze shifting to Maryanne.
“But-”
Maryanne’s eyes inadvertently fell upon Cristofer’s handsome face. He was undeniably charming yet arrogantly smug, his features captivating.
She offered a sarcastic smile, her nonchalant tone lending her an irresistible allure, “Give them to them. I wouldn’t demean myself by competing with a mistress and a scumbag. It’s beneath me.”
Latoya was taken aback, hearing the word “mistress” from Maryanne for the first time. She trembled with fury. “Cris…”
She leaned against Cristofer’s chest, feigning frailty and profound hurt.
Maggie was speechless, repulsed by Latoya’s hypocrisy. It was as though the moment Latoya played the part of the vulnerable woman, men instantly succumbed to a fierce possessiveness over her.
Cristofer’s cold eyes pinned Maryanne with suffocating pressure. “Ms. Nielsen, watch your words. If you don’t, don’t blame me for being
rude.”
“Oh?” Maryanne arched an eyebrow, exuding regality and a commanding presence. She fixed Latoya and Cristofer with a pointed gaze. “A mistress and a scumbag. Did I say something amiss?”
“Maryanne, you’re pushing me to my limit!” Cristofer’s rage reached its peak, boiling over. He reached out, his hand suddenly closing around Maryanne’s neck, the captivating look in his eyes replaced by a murderous intent. “Maryanne, you—”
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Her casual, taunting demeanor had shattered his composure.
Suddenly registering the hatred blazing in Maryanne’s eyes, he hesitated, the words dying on his lips.
“Let… go…” Maryanne choked out, her throat burning.
Maggie’s cold, severe gaze radiated a lethal threat. This bastard dared to choke Maryanne’s neck!
Maggie took a step forward, her hand extending to strike Cristofer.
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