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.

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

nod, Elizabeth confirmed, Hes

redirected her concern with

been giving you trouble? Elizabeth cast a frosty glance sideways at the sales assistant, who had

pen, yet it seems Im deemed

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

was too

friend, I would have doubled your

than him? His flirting barely warranted more than a single slap? Realizing he was nearly ensnared

Fetch your manager, please.

sales assistant suddenly recalled she had

Sandras contact on WhatsApp.

way out, she clumsily retrieved

as the connection was made, Elijah entered, his face set in

normally arrogant store manager scurried in behind him, bowing

stock from another shop; I

proper apologies will be extended to

James.

face flushed with hope as Elijah strode in, suddenly dropped her hands, unaware she had already activated the voice

was to use

Sandra as a buffer.