The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

"Paisley." Brittany's voice was laced with false pity, her expression one of barely-

contained amusement, as if looking at some stray dog. "Don't be in front of me and Mom. I know you're upset that Mom wanna buy me this gown. It's okay. I don't want it anymore."

Christina's face was as cold as ice, her eyes narrowing as the crowd around them began to notice the tension. Her gaze was practically burning through Paisley. "Get out of here, do you hear me? Stop embarrassing yourself." Before Paisley could respond, a voice rang out, cutting through the tension

like a knife. "What's going on here? What's all this fuss about?"

Emery appeared, draped in a stunning gown of her own, hands on her hips. She stormed up, pushing Brittany aside with a firm shove, and stood next to Paisley, glaring daggers at Christina and Brittany. "You two are causing a scene in my shop?" Christina and Brittany, caught off guard by Emery's presence, managed to rein in their irritation, their tone shifting to something more polite almost syrupy sweet-

as they turned to her. After all, they still wanted the gown

"Ms. Collins, Christina began, her voice smooth and practiced, "my daughter would really love this gown. We're willing to pay anything for it." She stepped forward, pulling Brittany along with her, eager to make hier introduction to Emery, But before they could

get any closer, Emery raised a single hand, halting them several feet away, her gaze scanning Brittany from head to toe like a machine.

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head in mock disapproval. "This gown is custom-

best

me as someone who'd be able to

she's worthy of wearing something

a flourish, Emery mimicked the way Brittany had held onto Christina earlier, looping her

attention, and it seems some cockroaches have decided to crawl in. Sorry if they've grossed you out." Paisley bit

laugh at Emery's ruthless wit. When she starts g

hanging open in disbelief as she glared at Emery and sputtered, her voice trembling with

hand, wood, frozen, shocked. 1 can't believe it. Paisley is actually friends with Ms. Collins? The realization hit her like a cold slap. It seemed like everything slieknew about the situation

waiting for me to kick your asses, or what? Her

irritation, and she didn't care one bit that

who I am? Do you know who my daughter is Christina's voice was sharp, but beneath her arrogance,

like this, and

amusement

wave of her hand. "I don't care who you are. Get out, or I have security escort you

grown, with several people now filming the scene on

avoid further embarrassment, tugged at Christina's arm and whispered urgently, "Mom, let's just go. We don't need

landed a leading role in a major production, and Christina, fully aware of how important this moment was

you." "Pift. Shut up already, you pathetic wretch Emery muttered, as