บททั้งหมดของ My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Just as both men came out of the room, the door across the hall opened and Mark walked out.He was also tiptoeing out of the room and he paused to see Eugene and Lucas cautiously walking out of Amelia’s room.He was astonished.Curiously, he asked.“Did all three of you spend the night together?”Eugene and Lucas froze on seeing him.The two were at a lost for words and so they chose to ignore Mark.They both turned and walked past him as if he wasn’t talking to them.Watching them walk away make Mark scoffed.He glanced at Amelia’s door as he cock an eyebrow trying to piece two and two together.Well, speculation would have to wait.There were other priorities. He needed to wash up so he could feel refreshed again.Though him and Jessica slept in the same room. Nothing happened this time.They were both too intoxicated to do anything and they threw up a lot.Overindulgence had clearly gotten the better of the group, leaving Mark’s head pounding and his energy sapped.******Meanwhile,

“What’s all this commotion about?” A man in his forties walked through the entrance, his face contorted in annoyance.“Mr Cole.” The senior sales assistant let out, she then gestured are Amelia and Viola.“These two are the ones causing the commotion.”Cole, the manager turned to glance at Viola and Amelia.His eyes probing their appearance with the practice scrutiny of someone used to judging on sight.Nothing about their outfits screams luxury labels but the fabric, the cut, the quiet elegance hinted at quality.They didn’t exactly strike him as wealthy people but they didn’t seem to be commoners either.Maybe middle-class?Or they could also be wealthy people who didn’t like to dress in flash outfits. He had encounter very rich people who seemed weren’t moved by luxurious things so he had to thread with caution in case they were those type of people.Now he needed to understand the commotion on ground.What exactly had gone wrong?“What happened?”“It’s not as serious as it seems. T

Carla burst into laughter as she mocked.“Blind and crippled? What kind of life is that? If I were in your position, I would have ended my life. Like, what’s the use of you living anyway?”Their harsh words hurt.The Gifted’s cure was still lacking the final ingredients so Viola didn’t have much time on her hands.And now being mocked like that dwarfed the tiny bit of hope she had been clinging to.The pain in her chest flared up, and an ache spread through her empty gaze.“Mr Cole, call security and kick these women out of here. We won’t want them to annoy Miss Ford any further.” The senior sales assistant, Vera chipped in.Cole nodded in agreement. He also didn’t want Miss Ford to get angrier. She might cancel her premium card.“If you dare send any security here to manhandle me or Amelia, my brother will make you pay dearly for it!” Viola hissed, struggling to keep her voice steady.Eve laughed. “What is your brother going to do? Is he crippled like you? Your family might be cursed!

Every time Cole looked Amelia in the eyes, something about her calm confidence made him feel strangely uneasy. Not wasting a second, he took the card and hurried toward the cashier to run it through the verification process.Everyone in the store watched his every move, waiting for the truth to come out.Suddenly, color drained from his face.A collective gasp seemed to run through Carla and the others, nerves suddenly stretched tight. Verifying the card had left Cole speechless, his hands shaking so badly that he nearly dropped it. The truth was unmistakable: this was an authentic black card.No matter how hard he tried, his clearance couldn't reveal the identity of the cardholder.“Well? What did you find out? Why are you just standing there?" Eve asked, unable to bear the suspense any longer as she shot a scowl at Cole.Anxiety twisted inside her, and she nearly bounced on her toes, desperate for an answer.Jolted out of his stupor, Cole stumbled toward Amelia, knees wobbling with e

The moment Cole finished explaining, Amelia burst out laughing. "Really? You just accept whatever baseless accusation someone throws around? Owning an exclusive VIP card signifies a distinguished status, there's no way such a prized possession could be stolen so effortlessly. Even if a thief managed to steal it, it would be discovered almost instantly. Anyway, it wouldn't require you to involve the police. Those reckless enough to steal it always pay a heavy price." Except, of course, for Amelia herself, the unrivaled master of theft. If she wanted to swipe something, it happened so smoothly that no one ever noticed, and catching her was impossible.Bernard’s eyes flicked over to her, and he plastered an ingratiating smile. "Do you actually have an exclusive black card?" he asked cautiously.“Naturally." Amelia displayed the card again, holding it up confidently. "If you doubt me, go ahead and verify it."“N-no need." Bernard quickly waved his hand, clearly not daring to question her f