My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 317 The sales assistant by the door paused, her expression a mix of confusion and alarm, before cautiously approaching Sandra.

Miss Sandra, there surely must be some misunderstanding… Before the assistant could insinuate that Elizabeth was the temptress, Sandra had already noticed her.

After throwing a cold glance at Albin, Sandra marched over to Elizabeth.

As she reached her, her tone was laced with delight.

Oh, Elizabeth, what a surprise to see you here of all places! Realizing the two were acquainted, the sales assistants froze in shock.

Even the one who had been slapped kept silent, too afraid to utter another word.

Clearly, if Elizabeth was in Sandras circle, she was either a powerhouse in her own right or closely tied to the elite.

This was not a woman to cross lightly.

The humiliated assistant, her cheek still stinging from the slap, subtly edged back, wishing she could melt into the shadows.

Meanwhile, Albin, clueless about the underlying currents, mistook Sandras outrage for mere theatrics.

He approached, his hands open in a calming gesture.

Honey, wasnt I told to meet you by the cinema entrance? Meet me? With the film already rolling, what exactly am I supposed to be watching now? Without giving him a glance, she scoffed, Or perhaps you were too busy here, entertaining some flirtatious distraction? Albin, visibly distressed by her accusation, countered earnestly, raising his hands in defense.

Honey, you misunderstand! It was only Elizabeth hereI saw she was being troubled, and I felt compelled to intervene.

you? He turned to Elizabeth, looking to her for support in

Elizabeth confirmed, Hes telling the truth

by Elizabeths assurance, redirected her concern with a

Elizabeth cast a frosty glance sideways at

to examine a pen, yet it

her hands defiantly on her hips, Sandra fixed a stern glare

appears I was

I known you were bullying my friend, I would have

barely warranted more than a single slap? Realizing he was nearly ensnared in

Fetch your manager, please.

sales assistant suddenly recalled she

Sandras contact on WhatsApp.

way out, she clumsily retrieved her

entered, his face set in an icy

normally arrogant store manager scurried in behind him,

another shop; I had

apologies will be extended

James.

strode in, suddenly dropped her hands, unaware she had already

only thought was to use

Sandra as a buffer.