Poor Woman

Kalea, already seething with rage, felt her blood boil even more when she saw the expensive-looking clothes in Naomi’s hands.

How was it that this disregarded sister-in-law had so much money to spend?

“Naomi, oh, I see now. You didn’t buy that for my brother, did you? Don’t tell me—you’re cheating on him? Just look at what you’re wearing. Clearly, you couldn’t wait to seduce someone else.”

Kalea eyed her up and down like she had caught an unfaithful wife red-handed.

Lylia added fuel to the fire, her voice dripping with righteous indignation. “Miss Swift, how could you do this to Kael? He’s such a good man! How could you betray him?!”

Naomi, who had absolutely no clue what was going on: “...”

Their dramatic performance had drawn a crowd, with more and more people stopping to watch. All they heard was Lylia’s sharp voice accusing the woman opposite her of cheating on her husband.

Most of the people shopping here were wealthy socialites—this mall wasn’t accessible to just anyone. 

Now, all eyes were on Naomi, filled with disdain.

As the daughter of the Swifts, she rarely appeared in high society. After marrying Kael, she was seen even less, as Kael didn’t like her showing her face in public. As a result, no one here recognized her as the Swifts’ little princess.

Naomi had finally had enough of the judgmental stares.

“Are you guys insane? What does your so-called ‘Kael’ have to do with me? If you’re so delusional, go get your heads checked!”

Why should she have to put up with this nonsense just for buying her husband some clothes?

Based on their conversation, she seemed to piece together that the man they were talking about—Kael—might have something to do with her.

Wait, no way. Before she lost her memory, she would never have betrayed Atty. 

As Naomi spoke, the crowd turned their attention back to the three people.

Naomi stood there calmly, completely unlike someone who had just been caught cheating on her husband. On the contrary, the two people opposite her, who were flustered and agitated, seemed far more suspicious.

“I think the woman in the red dress isn’t lying. If she were caught, how could she stay so calm?”

“Yeah, but those two over there look like a couple of clowns.”

“What if they staged the whole thing themselves? Look at the woman in red—she clearly doesn’t even know them.”

“Exactly…”

The onlookers muttered among themselves, quickly coming to a conclusion. Their gazes toward Kalea and Lylia now carried the same look one would give a lunatic.

“Ughhh!”

“What are you all staring at? I’m telling the truth!”

Whether it was out of frustration or sheer panic from the crowd’s scrutiny, Kalea became increasingly agitated. She ran her hands through her hair, completely losing control, and started shouting at everyone with wild gestures.

The crowd was stunned by her outburst. If Naomi hadn’t lost her memory, she would have immediately recognized that Kalea was having one of her episodes.

“Oh my god, do you think she’s actually sick or something?”

“Forget it, let’s just go.”

The crowd quickly dispersed, as if afraid of getting caught up in Kalea’s frenzy.

Naomi merely glanced at her indifferently before turning to a staff member inside the store and saying, “You should probably call security. If she ends up hurting a customer, it won’t be a simple matter.”

The staff members stiffened, then hurried to make the call.

Kalea glared at Naomi as if she were her mortal enemy, her eyes bloodshot with rage. Naomi figured that if Lylia weren’t still holding her back, this crazy woman would have already lunged at her.

To be honest, Lylia was embarrassed too. She knew Kalea had severe bipolar disorder—so long as nothing triggered her, she was fine. But for a brief moment, Lylia had the impulse to let go and just let Kalea attack Naomi.

However, even if Naomi got hurt, she herself would end up blacklisted by the Rhodes family. And if that happened, there was no way she could become Kael’s wife. She couldn’t afford to let that happen.

“How touching, such a deep sisterly bond,” Naomi scoffed before losing interest in shopping altogether. With a casual strut, she turned and left.

Lylia watched her retreating figure, her expression dark with murderous intent.

Just then, Kalea, still in a frenzy, suddenly flung her hand out, striking Lylia across the face.

“Ahh! My face!”

But Naomi wasn’t affected by this little episode in the slightest. If anything, she was just curious—who exactly was this ‘Kael’ they were talking about?

Whoever he was, he clearly wasn’t a good person. Judging by how many ‘sisterly’ women were involved, and from what those two just said, he must already have a wife.

Tsk tsk. Poor woman, whoever she is, for marrying such a piece of trash.

She, on the other hand, was lucky—she had good taste. Atty was simply the best.

Glancing at the shopping bags in her hand, she suddenly couldn’t wait to see Atty. Without hesitation, she hailed a taxi and headed straight for the Knox company.

Losing her memory did have its perks—everything seemed fun and fresh.

The towering Knox Group building loomed high into the clouds, with elites of the city bustling in and out. Naomi took a look at her own outfit and suddenly felt like she was playing the role of a seductive little fox.

Even as a little enchantress, Naomi still strode into Knox building with the poise of a mistress—only to be stopped at the front desk, as expected.

"Miss, hello. May I ask who you're here to see?" The receptionist, Maya, was already screaming internally. Where did this beauty come from?

She had seen all kinds of women coming to see the CEO—seductive ones, elegant ones, pure and adorable ones. She thought she'd built up an immunity to beauty. But the moment she saw Naomi, she was still taken aback.

"I'm here to see Atlas."

Naomi wanted to surprise her dear Atlas, so she hadn’t called him beforehand. But now she was starting to wonder if she was interrupting his work.

"Miss, do you have an appointment?"

Naomi frowned. "No."

Maya couldn't help but smile at how stunning she looked even while frowning. But… why did she feel like this woman looked a little familiar?

Still, she politely replied, "I'm sorry, Miss. Without an appointment, you won’t be able to meet our CEO."

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