Chapter 6

"Excuse me, miss. I have a reservation under Mr. Damon Walton's name. Is he already here?" Greta was dressed very formally. One of her eyebrows was raised while waiting for the front desk staff's answer.

"Please proceed to the VVIP room number 8, Miss..."

"Greta. Greta De Vil." She immediately took the keycard from the staff and walked with her head held high towards the said room.

Greta was very annoyed at Damon because he didn't even call her all night. She heard about the commotion at the Armanis' party last night, involving who she considers her future mother-in-law. Wanting to know the full details of the story, she called Divina Walton and asked her about things. At the end of their conversation, Divina accidentally mentioned that her former daughter-in-law Arya is now working for the Armanis. She also repeated about Arya's promotion as General Manager of the Armani Group.

"Arya, I didn't know you were such a talented woman. Is this your way to claim Damon again?" Greta said, fuming, while making her way to VVIP room number 8.

Greta passed by Mariz. She didn't notice her because she was in a hurry. Mariz immediately called the true heiress of Don Fridman Armani.

"Senyorita, your husband's mistress is already on her way to the VVIP room. Not yet. I haven't seen your ex-husband yet. Yes. It will be done." Mariz hung up the phone. She put on her black shades and immediately followed her boss's order.

Greta quickly swiped the keycard she was holding on the door when she reached her destination. Her blood immediately boiled when she saw Arya. Her outfit was sophisticated and revealing, opposite to her clothing style when she was still Damon's wife. Her lips were also bright red and her makeup on her face was almost perfect. In short, a goddess was in front of her now!

"Who are you?" Arya pretended not to know Greta. In her three years at the Walton mansion, her mother-in-law seemed to mention the name Greta almost every day. It was the first time she had seen her but she already had an idea of what she looked like because she had requested Greta's profile from Aiven before.

Greta didn't answer, instead she just walked closer to Arya.

"Are you Damon's secretary? He didn't inform me that he wouldn't make it to our meeting." Arya slowly stood up. She smiled at Greta. She really liked her facial expression now because it was obvious she was very angry at her.

"Do I look like a secretary?" Greta smiled back.

"Kind of," Arya answered briefly.

"Where's Mr. Walton?" She looked at her wristwatch. "He's already late."

"He's not coming. The board of directors called an urgent meeting. He's the president so technically, he needs to be there," Greta lied. She sat on the couch then crossed her legs.

"Is that so? What a waste. Other than today, I don't have time to listen to his business proposal." Arya took her bag and was about to leave when Greta stopped her.

"Tell me, Miss Arya. How did you get access to the Armanis? Mama Divina told me you were just a maid last night and now. Look at you! You're already a general manager! How did you do it overnight?" Greta took the bottle of wine on the table and poured it into two glasses. She gave one glass to Arya.

"Excuse me. I didn't even know you. I don't need to explain myself to strangers. Who are you? How did you get the keycard to this room?" Arya put her bag back down on the table and went back to sitting.

"Really? You don't know me? Impossible." Greta drank wine.

"Do I need to know who you are? I don't have any business with you." Arya drank some wine too.

Greta downed the remaining wine in her glass. She held it tightly and then stared at Arya again.

"Stop acting, Arya. I know what you're up to. You want to steal Damon away from me."

Arya's mouth dropped open. Moments later she laughed very loudly.

"Is that your way to ease your pain? You know, I would have felt sorry for you because your husband left you, but you, just one day after your separation, you immediately looked for a SUGAR DADDY!" Greta leaned back in her chair.

"EXCUSE ME?" Arya raised her eyebrow.

"Why won't you admit it? There's only one way I can think of how you got to your position now. So? Is old Don Arman good in bed—"

Greta laughed softly when she got a slap from Arya.

"Don't you ever drag Don Armani into your anger at me." Arya's face was red. She really wanted to pull Greta's hair but she restrained herself.

"How sweet. Besides, you were given a good job and all sorts of expensive things. I don't know if you wouldn't defend your sug—" Greta almost cried from the new slap she received from Arya.

"You know, miss, envy is hard to cure. Imagine, you lose your manners and respect for others because of your envy towards me. If I were you, I'd have that treated. You too, you might end up in a mental hospital." Arya finished the wine in her glass.

"How dare you slap me twice!" Greta shouted.

Arya scoffed. "You're hurt already? Actually, that's not even enough for all your insults to me but I'll just let it go because you're pitiful. You're not only fond of others' leftovers, you're also fond of making up stories."

She took her bag and stood up. Greta couldn't believe Arya's behavior in front of her because it was so contrary to Divina's stories! When did this woman have the courage to defend herself?

Arya walked towards the door. A few steps more and she was close to the exit when she decided to face Greta again.

"I owned Damon before and we shared a lot of nights together. Be vigilant, ha. What you're afraid of might happen, that the ex-wife will snatch her ex-husband away from his mistress." Arya gave Greta her sweetest and most teasing smile.

Before she completely left the room, the furious scream of her ex-husband's first love rang in her ears.

"I'm sorry, Damon, but I need to follow my plan B because of that bitch. Get ready to play fire with me, Greta and Damon," Arya whispered as she prepared for her next move.