Semua Bab Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Bab 291 - Bab 300

That was kind of her, but something in me preferred earning access rather than borrowing it. I looked at the saleslady instead. “Is there another way to get the membership card?”The saleslady’s eyes flicked nervously between us. “Well… yes, technically. But it’s not common. Only shareholders of the parent company automatically qualify.”“Shareholders?” I repeated.“Yes, ma’am. There are only a few of them. The boutique is owned by Dodo Group, based in South Rivers. This store is their flagship in the country.”“Hmm.” I nodded slowly, then took out my phone. “Give me a second.”I called my assistant, calmly ignoring the whispers growing behind me. “Lucy, look into Dodo Group. Find out if there are any shares available for sale, preferably within the hour. Buy whatever you can.”There was a pause on the other end. “Understood, Ms. Adele. I’ll check immediately.”“Good.” I hung up and slipped my phone back into my purse.A snort came from behind me. “You’ve got to be kidding,” Co-chief

Julia~ She sat among the crowd, wearing a black wide-brim hat with a long veil. Her outfit was so outstanding that it didn't just steal people's anger, it stole their view. But nobody could complain much, because it was a fashion show. They were meant to wear the most bizarre things and pass it off as art. Someone even wore a gown made entirely of measuring tape, and another showed up in a glass corset that looked like it might shatter with one wrong move. Julia, however, looked like she belonged on the cover of a high-class funeral magazine, in her all black attire, compared to the color riot in the hall. Beside her was Nina, the acting CEO. Julia watched the supermodels walk down the runway, even those she used to bully and suppress in the past, and felt a sting in her eyes. This could have been her. She would have walked last and gotten a standing ovation. Tears rolled down her cheeks, swallowed by her disguise. A few minutes passed before the runway show ended. Now, it was

Julia~Three hours ago…“Why is she wasting time? Is she about to humiliate us?” Julia was on the verge of exploding as she watched Kimberly stand there like a statue.Nina didn’t speak. Her fists were clenched on her lap, her lips moving in a silent prayer, begging Kimberly to catch herself before it was too late. Then she saw it – a tear slipping down the girl’s cheek. Her heart squeezed painfully with guilt and something close to remorse.She remembered the first time she met Kimberly. The girl had just gotten into the university, young and full of promise. Her sketches were bold, her concepts wild but refreshing. Nina had seen brilliance in her, the reason she employed her.Julia had killed it.Every time Kimberly presented something original, Julia tore it apart. “Stick to the illustration you were given,” she’d say. “Don’t get too creative. Just replicate that.”And Kimberly obeyed.Three years. She’d endured it for three long years. At first, Kimberly wanted to quit, but the co

“Yes, I bought them all!” she yelled. “What proof does Adele have to accuse me of stealing her designs?!” The entire hall waited with bated breath and shiny eyes, waiting impatiently for the climax. I leaned one elbow on the desk and rested my chin on my knuckles. “Proof?” I repeated softly, almost innocently into the microphone. “Ah. Right. That… I don't have proof. My storeroom got burnt, remember?” I smiled, intentionally throwing her a branch to pull her out of the sinking sand, but the idiot quickly latched onto it like a dying animal catching a final breath of air.“Yes!” she screamed. “You can’t prove anything! So, how dare you accuse me of stealing from you?!” My grin deepened. “I did say I have no proof, but it didn't mean I have no witnesses.” I tapped my finger on the desk, watching her panic under scrutiny. “Professor Lane knows my style. Even if you did heavy recreation, my style, the backbone of the sketches remained and it showed on all the clothes you've made. Se

Adele~Just as we walked out of the venue, I froze in my steps. Ahead of me was the love of my life, stepping out of his sedan. My stomach flipped, butterflies swimming. I hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks but it felt like eternity.He didn’t speak, just opened his arms.My heart melted. I didn’t even think twice, I ran straight into him, into the warmth, the scent I’ve missed, the arms that felt like home. Detroit wrapped me up instantly, lifting me slightly off the ground as his lips pressed into my hair.A few people were pouring out from the back door just like us, to avoid the sea of cameras. That stood there watching us, but neither Detroit nor I cared. I wanted to melt into him. “Cinnamon…” he breathed like he’d been holding his breath for days. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”“Cinnamon?” I blink at him through my lashes, slightly flushed. When did he start calling me that? He smirks against my hair. “Spicy and sweet… addictive… and my favorite flavor.” His hand