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Chapter 61
“That bridal boutique right there,” Alana sneered, pointing. “Let’s go teach her a lesson.”
“Wait!” Alondra interrupted, a hint of concern in her voice. “Just the two of us won’t be enough. Have you forgotten how skilled she is at fighting?”
Alana hesitated, her eyes narrowing. “What do you mean, Auntie? Are you afraid of Emmeline?”
Alondra’s expression hardened. “I’ll make a few calls. If I can gather Mrs. Serge, Mrs. Plummer, Mrs. Kingsley, and the others, they’ll bombard her with insults. That should be enough to make her suffer.”
“That’s a great idea!” Alana said, her voice dripping with malice. “Call them quickly. We need to make sure Emmeline doesn’t leave here in one piece.”
With a smirk, Alondra dialed the numbers of her wealthy friends. In no time, five of them had gathered, eager to cause a scene.
The group of ladies, all experts in gossip and verbal attacks, were ready for their mission.
Alana explained the situation to them quickly, making sure they understood the stakes. “Don’t hold back. Make her wish she’d never been born. I won’t skimp on your payment, I promise.”
The women nodded enthusiastically. “Leave it to us!” they assured her confidently. “We’ll make sure she regrets crossing you!”
Alana grinned smugly, her heart swelling with anticipation.
The group of ladies swaggered noisily into the bridal boutique, clutching their designer handbags. Emmeline, who was carefully choosing a gown, suddenly found herself surrounded by a sea of middle-aged women, all wearing flamboyant makeup and carrying an air of hostility.
“Isn’t this the b*tch who was kicked out of the Louise family?” one of them sneered. “Tsk, it must be our unlucky day.”
“Exactly,” another chimed in. “I want to know if the manager here welcomes people like her. If he does, I’ll take my business elsewhere.”
“You’re a walking disaster, Emmeline Louise,” a third woman scoffed. “Nothing good ever happens where you go!”
Emmeline’s eyes narrowed. “Watch your mouths. I don’t even know who you are!”
“But we know who you are, don’t we?” a woman with bright red lipstick sneered. “The whole of Struyria knows you’re a shameless flirt!”
“You broke up Mr. Ryker and Ms. Lane’s relationship,” another woman added with mock sympathy. “And now Ms. Lane is pregnant, too. How much more shameless can you get?”
“Stop spouting nonsense!” Emmeline snapped, her face pale with anger. “Is it my fault Alana isn’t loved?”
“Yes, it’s all your fault!” one of the women shouted, pointing a finger at her. “And you’d better admit it!”
The sales clerk, who had been watching the commotion, spoke up nervously. “So, you’re Emmeline Louise, the current trending topic on the Internet?” She looked at her with a mix of disbelief and disdain. “I thought you looked familiar.”
“That’s her,” one of the women confirmed, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Tell your boss not to sell her anything. If you do, we’ll take our business elsewhere!”
“No, please don’t!” the sales clerk begged, panicking. “We value your business!”
Before Emmeline could respond, the clerk rushed forward, snatching the gown from Emmeline’s hands and disappearing into the back office.
When the manager received the news, he rushed over to Emmeline, his face pale with worry.
“So, you’re Emmeline Louise,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? I can’t afford to offend these big spenders just to sell you a discounted gown!”
Emmeline’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How could you do this? I’m paying for the gown!”
The manager waved his hand dismissively. “A discounted gown isn’t worth much anyway. If I sell it to you, I’ll lose more money. I’d rather not do business with you.”
“That’s right!” the women chimed in, their voices full of malicious delight. “If you kick this b*tch out, we’ll each buy a gown!”
The manager, desperate to please the wealthy women, looked back at Emmeline with cold eyes. “But we don’t carry your size,” he said flatly.
The women immediately perked up. “You accept custom orders, don’t you?” one of them asked excitedly. “We’ll each order one as soon as this b*tch is out on the street!”
“Deal!” the manager said without hesitation. He turned to Emmeline, his tone ice-cold. “You heard that? If you have any dignity left, you’d better get lost.”
The women erupted in laughter, practically doubling over with amusement.
From outside, Alana and Alondra watched the scene unfold, their faces lighting up with delight.
“Fine,” Emmeline said through gritted teeth, taking a deep breath as she picked up her handbag. “I’ll leave. But before I do, I want to know—who exactly did I lose to today?”
