Chapter 71: The world is really unfair...

"What?" Vera’s voice shrieked staring at him incredulously.

Vera staggered slightly, her cheek stinging from the unexpected slap. Her eyes burned with fury and humiliation as she glared at Aaron, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. "Where and when has it ever been done? That Vera Louis was slapped.

"You... you dare hit me?" Her voice trembled with rage, yet her pride forced her to maintain a composed front in the presence of the onlookers.

The maids, who had initially covered their lips to suppress their laughter, now exchanged shocked glances, their eyes darting between Aaron and Vera ad though searching for answers to the situation yet not concealing the excitement brewing in their eyes at the unfolding drama.

Aaron’s gaze remained cold and unyielding. His hand still tingled from the impact, but he felt no regret. "I should have done this a long time ago, Vera." His voice was eerily calm, laced with deep-seated disappointment. "Maybe then, you would have realized that actions have consequences."

Vera’s fingers curled into tight fists. "You think you’re so righteous, don’t you?" She sneered, stepping closer to him, her voice low but venomous.

"You act like a man of dignity, yet you’re nothing but a coward— unredeemable coward you are Aaron. Can you do anything by yourself without aid?"

"Vera, stop testing my patience. I might as well send you to meet your ancestors this minute." He thundered.

"I? Meet my ancestors? Aaron, in your dreams" She smirked. What audacity? Talking really big. Vera didn’t believe she had entangled herself into a mess.

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is and will always be better than you. Even in a wheelchair, he holds more presence than you ever will!" Vera

in the clubs and restaurants with various girls and ladies and return home with several strangers smell, odours, scents and perfumes. Yet, he will be losing his mind because she gazed

"Isn’t that absurd?"

wanted to laugh at the absurdity of her words, but

took a slow step toward her while she stepped back his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Then tell me, Vera, if he’s so much better than

of color. She opened her mouth to retort but found herself at

had just arrived and was taking in the scene with narrowed eyes, finally spoke. "Enough," she said sharply, drawing everyone’s attention. She crossed her arms, her gaze locked onto Vera. "If you’re done throwing your little tantrum, I’d suggest you

none of your business, Pamela!" Her eyes glaring at her in fury. It is quite clear she is enjoying the show but now—she feigns

see, watching you make a fool of yourself is quite entertaining. But I have

maybe you should

he said nothing. Pamela smirked, then turned on her

turned back to Aaron, her voice

scoffed. "I

the maids whispering amongst themselves. Aaron exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. The reality of his situation weighed on him heavily. Had he truly lost control of everything? Or had he never had

bedroom, it was a different atmosphere different from the fracas and chaos of Aaron and

it is just for shopping. Let’s go by a simple casual aside from the usual black and white you normally wear, let’s choose a

she rummaged through his wardrobe. A small smile played on his lips as she tossed aside one black suit after another, her brows furrowed

is basically a shrine to

break that dull pattern. You’re not attending a board meeting or a funeral, Davis. We’re

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