Facade of Love

Chapter 220 Taking the Plunge

I spun around, and there was Christina, as expected.

Her face was a total 180 from the sweet act she had pulled in the hall. I shot her a look. “Seems like snooping is more your style than mine.”

She was all puffed up, glaring at me like I had stolen her candy. “I’ve never met anyone as brazen as you. You’re not even with Iddy anymore, but you still had the gall to take the bracelet grandma meant for the Youngs‘ new bride. You’ve got no conscience, huh?”

I could not help but chuckle at her outrage. “What’s got you so riled up? Got your eye on the bracelet? Or maybe it’s Iddy you’re after?”

“You…” She winced as if my words had stepped on a sore spot. Then, with a face twisted in pride, she shot me a look that could freeze lava and said, “So what if I like him? You’re the one who divorced him, right? What’s the big deal? Can’t anyone else fancy him? And hey, if someone like you could snag him, why not me?”

I raised an eyebrow and, honestly, her words were so ridiculous I had to laugh. “You?”

dad’s a big shot in Lake City. Your Scott Corporation is small potatoes there. And looks? Please, you’re yesterday’s news, Yvette. What makes you think you’re in my league? Iddy must’ve been blind to marry you. Good thing you had the brains to leave him, or it would’ve been

her dramatics. “Oh, a big shot in Lake City? Scott Corporation is small potatoes? Yesterday’s news? Miss Zanier, your way with words is… enlightening. No wonder Idris isn’t into

you’ve got something to say, spit it out. Quit the snark,” Christina snapped,

“Listen, a little free advice–don’t get your hopes up. Idris’s bar isn’t down low in Hell. He wouldn’t give you the time of day, let alone a second glance. Instead of picking fights with me, maybe hit the books and get some smarts. Who knows? It might

was not usually this blunt, but sometimes I just could not help

never saw it coming when she charged at me. I jumped back on instinct, narrowly avoiding her, and my expression turned stone–cold.” Christina, this is the Youngs‘ turf. If you’re

in her eyes, she caught sight of the pond next to us. A mean streak flashed across her face as she hissed, “Dying here would be

her plan a second too late, and a chill ran down my spine. Acting fast, I clung to a decorative rock pile nearby and, in a desperate move to save myself,

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