Chapter_62
Chapter 62
“It’s me, of course!” one of the women boasted proudly, thumping her chest. “You lost to me!”
Emmeline smirked coldly, unfazed. “May I ask your name, madam?” she asked, her tone laced with subtle venom. “Does your husband run a business?”
“You can call me Mrs. Serge!” The woman flashed a smug grin. “My husband owns a big company. You must’ve heard of Advance Contractors, right?”
“I know,” Emmeline replied coolly. “Your husband must be Vance Serge then.”
“That’s him alright!” Mrs. Serge’s smile widened even more, clearly pleased with herself.
“Thanks for making things easy for me,” Emmeline said, pulling out her phone and dialing a number. “Do you know Advance Contractors in Struyria?”
“Yes, Ms. Louise,” came the reply from the other end of the line. “Did Mr. Serge offend you?”
“No,” Emmeline responded flatly, “but his wife did. I want Vance Serge and his entire family out of Struyria by tomorrow.”
“Understood, Ms. Louise. I’ll take care of it,” Benjamin said on the phone.
“Also,” Emmeline continued, “there’s a bridal boutique here that’s been causing me trouble. If I remember correctly, they’re renting from us. I want it gone before this evening.”
“Send me the location, and I’ll handle the rest,” Benjamin assured her.
Emmeline sent her location, and within moments, the women and the manager were all still laughing at Emmeline’s supposed joke, as if they’d heard the funniest thing in the world.
“I didn’t expect her to be even more shameless!” one of them snickered.
“Does she think we’ll be fooled by such a pathetic joke? Hahaha! I’m dying!” another woman chimed in.
But their laughter was abruptly cut off when Mrs. Serge’s phone began to ring. She reached into her bag with a smug look, answering the call in a voice dripping with sweetness. “Hubby!”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you b*tch?” The voice on the other end was furious. “What have you done this time? I should’ve divorced you when I had the chance!”
“Why are you yelling at me, hubby?” Mrs. Serge asked, feigning innocence. “I’m with all of my friends!”
“Because you deserve it! My company has gone bankrupt, and we’re forced to leave Struyria by tonight! I don’t have a single cent left to my name, and all you can think about is shopping?!”
Mrs. Serge stood frozen, her mouth hanging open. She couldn’t find the words to respond.
Who did I offend? she thought desperately. Other than Emmeline, no one else could have done this. But she looks like a poor loser…
Not long after, Benjamin’s subordinates arrived at the boutique, swiftly removing the signboard.
The boutique manager, who had been smug just moments ago, collapsed to the floor in shock. Wait, I thought she was lying! How did it turn out to be true?!
The other women, realizing that they were in danger of suffering the same fate, quickly made a move to leave.
“Hold it,” Emmeline called out coldly, her voice as sharp as ice. “If you don’t want to end up like Vance Serge, slap the two women at the door on your way out.”
The women froze, terror flashing across their faces. They didn’t know for sure if Emmeline was truly the powerhouse she claimed to be, but the events unfolding were enough to make them hesitate.
They moved swiftly, slapping Alana and Alondra hard before running for the exit.
Alana and Alondra were left sprawled on the floor, their faces burning with humiliation.
When they managed to get back on their feet, Emmeline was already gone, and the boutique in front of them was nearly vacant.
“Auntie!” Alana sobbed, rubbing her swollen cheek. “Just who is Emmeline? This isn’t what I expected at all!”
“She’s just a poor loser, of course. This is all a coincidence!” Alondra muttered, trying to maintain some composure.
“It doesn’t look like a coincidence to me!” Alana replied, her voice tight with frustration.
“Who knows,” Alondra said darkly, “That b*tch might have friends in high places. We let her off easy today.”
Alana gritted her teeth, eyes narrowing with rage. “Hmph! I won’t let you off so easily, Emmeline! You’ll meet your end at the banquet tomorrow!”
