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What will she and Javier do now? That was the question running through her mind. She was flustered. Nervous. Scared, yet thrilled. She couldn't even remember the last time she felt this way.
But why was she nervous? They were both wearing masks. No one would recognize them. She needed to stay confident.
All eyes were on them, especially on the necklace she was wearing. Once they got home, she would definitely scold Javier for not telling her that the necklace was worth millions of dollars! What the hell!
But it was also because of this necklace that she was given the spotlight. Angelo, who had earlier wrapped his arm around Miss Aura, had now let go. She smirked. Perhaps Angelo found her more interesting now, as her outfit alone screamed wealth. Thanks to Javier's riches.
Since the people could see her mouth and chin, she flashed them a sweet smile. "Oh, I'm so sorry. This necklace is mine. A family heirloom passed down through generations. As much as I'd love to auction it, it holds sentimental value for me and my family. But don't worry, I have plenty of other things I could auction," she teased.
She noticed Angelo seemed even more obsessed. He was becoming more interested in her. The host, along with some of the guests, looked disappointed.
"Well, we understand, Miss. But if you ever change your mind, you can always contact us," the host said, clearly still hoping.
She smiled sweetly. "I will, don't worry."
Javier moved beside her and helped her walk away from the crowd. She could still hear the envious voices of some of the female guests.
"My God, the Tears of Aphrodite is so beautiful."
"It suits her perfectly. She looks so rich. I can't believe I'm finally seeing that necklace in person."
"She must be filthy rich to own that necklace!" one of them couldn't help but say.
She grinned secretly. Now she understood why Javier made her wear the necklace: to capture everyone's attention, especially Angelo's. And it worked, because she saw how Angelo completely ignored Miss Aura and kept his eyes on them as they walked away.
He looked like a thirsty dog, drooling. That's how he appeared to her. Javier led her away from the people, clearly satisfied with the outcome of the event.
"How are you feeling? Can you handle it?" he asked with concern.
She widened her eyes at him. "You're nuts, Javier! I never thought you'd make me wear this necklace! And you didn’t tell me it was worth $5.4 million! I feel like I’m going to lose my mind!"
He just laughed at her. "If I told you beforehand, I knew you wouldn't agree. Besides, didn’t you like the result? Without even trying, you got Angelo’s attention. What did you feel when you saw your dear husband again?"
She rolled her eyes so hard she nearly lost them. "Don’t mess with me, Javier. He’s not my dear husband. And what did I feel when I saw him again? Excitement and nerves. Because I’m excited to see how he’ll crawl back into the mud he came from!"
The man smiled at her response. He should always have a will to believe her. Veronica wasn’t a weak woman when it came to love. She knew when it was time to stop.
"Good. Because you know just how vile Angelo Fuentebella is. He’s untrustworthy, a traitor. That’s why you always have to be careful. Don’t worry, I got your back. I’m always here for you."
Her eyes almost welled up with tears. She was so grateful that a man like him had come into her life. She didn’t know how she’d survive without him. She owed him so much. That’s why it was only right that she put her best effort into their plan, because she held the key to Angelo’s downfall and that of his wicked family.
“Thank you so much… I wouldn’t be here without you,” she said emotionally.
He didn’t respond but squeezed her hand. “Let’s get back to our plan, Beatrice. Time keeps ticking. Let’s return to the hall. I’ll leave you again and talk to the guests. Before the night is over, you should have spoken with Angelo. Make him crave you. Make him obsessed with you. That’s our goal for today. If something happens to you, I’m ready to save you anytime, anywhere. I’m right here.”
She nodded bravely. He was right. Their mission for today was to have a conversation with Angelo. He had to know her. “I’ll do my best.”
“You go back first. I’ll follow you.”
She walked back to the hall. Alone. When she returned, she was surprised that the first person she saw was Angelo. Since he wasn’t wearing a mask, she could clearly see how frantic he seemed, as though he were looking for someone in the crowd.
She had a strong feeling that he was looking for her. And it looked like she wasn’t wrong, because he seemed relieved once he spotted her. His whole face lit up.
She clenched her fist, holding back her anger. If she could, she would love to hurt him and make him feel the same suffering he had caused her. But she couldn’t ruin the plan just because of her emotions.
She pretended not to notice that he was looking at her and walked back to her spot, but the devil of a man couldn’t resist and quickly walked over to her.“Hi, beautiful lady. You seem to be alone? Where’s your companion?” he asked her with an irritating tone.
His mere presence was already enough to annoy her. He acted like every woman was desperate for his attention.
She stopped and looked at him. Her heart raced with nerves. She had to stay calm. Nothing good would come of their plan if she kept acting this way.
“Are you talking to me?”
He grinned broadly, as if it were a huge achievement that she had acknowledged him. “Yes! I’m talking to you. Who else here is the most beautiful lady?”
She shrugged and didn’t respond. She needed to act nonchalant to catch more of his attention, even though all she really wanted to do was kill him.
"Do you have anything else to say? Well, if you’ll excuse me—"
Angelo, refusing to be brushed off, revealed his usual behavior towards women. “Just hold on a second, can you give me a few minutes?” He glanced around. “Where’s the guy you were with earlier? Is he your boyfriend?”
Her eyes widened at his audacity to ask such a question.
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