His Ex-wife Is An Heiress (Amara and Tobias)

"You-" Lorenzo took a step forward, ready to defend his sister, but Amara rose her hand and stopped him.

"I can handle this." She told him before turning her attention back to Fiona. "So you're still like this?" Amara eyed her. "And that dress," She chuckled. "Jesus, where did you get that hideous thing from?" Fiona was rendered speechless, but before she could speak, Amara was already talking again.

"Well, it suits you. Trash wearing a trash bag, accurate, wouldn't you say?"Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Fiona quickly went red from head to toe, but she managed to calm herself, taking in a deep breath before she could act out disgracefully.

"You've grown balls, I see. But let me tell you something, this place isn't a place for dirty poor orphans like you. Security-!"

"You don't have the authority to do that." Amara cut in confidently.

Lorenzo who had quietly been watching, smirked at Fiona's dumbfounded expression.

"Excuse me?" She spat, taken aback by Amara's boldness that she didn't know where it came from.

Amara scoffed and pulled out an invitation. "Here's the proof. I am not trespassing." She said and took a step forward. "But if you want to cause a scene, do it, but be ready to face the consequences when the time comes."

Fiona found herself shrinking back.

Perhaps it was the confident look in Amara's eyes or how her entire demeanor had changed so much in the space of a month, or perhaps both, but whatever it was had An ample of fear sneaking into Fiona's body, rendering her speechless.

"What's going on here?" The sound of Celestine's voice had both Amara and Fiona breaking eye contact.

Fiona looked relieved to see someone on her side had come, whereas, Amara looked disgusted by the model's presence.

"Celestine," Fiona quickly rushed to

her allies side. "Thank God you came. This bitch was insulting me I'm sure how that she no longer has big brother's attention she's trying to cause some sort of commotion to gain attention."

Celestine took a second to scan Amara. Just seeing her looking so much better irritated and made her feel insecure. But nonetheless, she smiled, putting on the face of an angel. "Don't be that way, Fiona. Amara isn't that type of a person." She gently said. "So please don't say such bad words about her and ruin her chance of finding a suitable man to latch onto today."

The last bit had Amara holding back a scoff and the fact that Fiona agreed and was laughing made her want to punch the two in the face.

"A suitable man?" Fiona scoffed mockingly. "I doubt any man would want to marry an infertile woman like her. Six years, married to my brother, yet not one single child produced."

“And was that my problem?" Amara

bit back, having heard enough of the two's rubbish "No, it wasn't." Taking a step forward, she looked Fiona dead in the eyes. "Six years no child, was not my fault. So I suggest you keep that damn mouth shut and have your brother checked out in a hospital before I make you regret ever opening that big mouth of yours." She looked at Celestine and sneered. "And I mean both of you."