Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 95: A Face-off At The Mall

Fiona and her two friends chattered like monkeys as they entered the large clothes mall, a retail fashion kingdom predominantly owned by Ewan.

Being associated with someone like Ewan was enough to inflate Fiona’s sense of pride, and she strutted through the store like a peacock flaunting its glorious feathers.

The employees, having been well-informed of her significance—which included a not-so-subtle reminder of what she could do to their jobs if agitated—hurried to cater to her whims.

"Ma’am, what do you want?" Five workers asked in unison, their heads bowed as if they were in a royal court. They have been oriented accordingly by the higher ups about the problematic fiancée of Ewan Giacometti.

The sight was amusing and sad at the same time. Fiona smiled with a smug satisfaction, her eyes dancing over racks filled with clothes, shoes, and dazzling accessories.

She sighed dramatically, as if she were gazing at old friends rather than inanimate objects.

"I’m attending the grand gala celebrating the city’s centennial tomorrow evening. So, I want the best gown, the best shoes, the best of everything! Can you do that?"

Her friends burrowed into her side like two anxious puppies, trying to remind her of their presence, or perhaps to steal some of the spotlight.

"And of course, for my friends here. You know the grade of clothes to give them, I believe..."

She waved her hand dismissively in their direction, as if she had just tossed them a reality check.

Her friends subtly rolled their eyes at the snide suggestion, but since they weren’t footing the bill, they decided to tag along, determined to enjoy the fashion expenditure.

The workers, ever eager to please, led them to the grade A section, where the extravagant treasures were stored.

"You can rest here, ma’am, while we bring out the clothes. They will serve you tea and some biscuits," One worker said, her tone almost adoring.

Fiona reveled in the VIP treatment, taking a seat as if she were royalty. Her friends followed suit, though they remained less enthusiastic about the treatment, for when the tray of treats arrived, Fiona held it hostage.

bite of her biscuit as if she

worker was deep in conversation with a client

other client on this floor? I thought this area was cleared off until

is also a VIP client, according

furrowed her brow. Who was this client, this mysterious figure daring to

non-existent creases on her gown (for what could possibly be wrong with

would recruit this client as a new ally—after all, her current

away to reveal that the client

in disbelief. "What is she

radiated inexperience, babbled on without any hint of noting Fiona’s identity or

our city. Richest, I dare say. One

you don’t want

she took a hesitant step back, realizing the gravity of her error, realizing

ordeal with

eager to see their competition, moved back now, like anxious turtles retreating into their shells. Unable to help it, they had remembered how

weaker than I thought!

chuckled, reveling in the awkwardness between the three

fumed at this, her fists clenched at her sides.

tone dripping with nonchalance before directing the

you move an inch, idiot, I will make sure you’re fired.

her fear palpable as she

disbelief.

stupid answer again and I will call the guards to

her arms with mock seriousness. "I’m here to eat, Fiona. Do you have a problem with that?" She met Fiona’s glower with a