Imprisoned While Pregnant, She's Back for Payback novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384 The Spark at the Funeral

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“What’s that supposed to mean? I picked this deep purple on purpose. It’s a limited edition for this season–you can’t even buy it in stores. Are you questioning my taste?”

Marc crossed his arms and glared, clearly unhappy.

Nadine nearly rolled her eyes right out of her head at his boldness.

Connor waited for Marc to finish, then slowly stood. He gave Nadine an apologetic nod. “Ms. Nadine, sorry about that. Marc’s still young. He blurts things out. Please don’t take it to heart.”

That softened Nadine’s face a little. She started to straighten up, ready to say something. But then she caught Finn’s deep gaze from the side. Her palms clenched. Forcing herself to look calm, she asked, “And you, Tess? My birth mother died saving your mother. Indirectly, she helped you. And this is how you repay us? Showing up in clothes that steal all the attention?”

Her face burned red with anger.

Tess didn’t care about her anger at all. She just shrugged and said, “The invitation didn’t say anything about what to wear.”

Abel jumped in right after. “Yeah, I didn’t see any rules either. What, are you planning to kick

us out?”

Connor gave Nadine a polite smile. “They’re just kids. Please tell Mr. Ember not to take it too seriously.”

Her eyes were fixated on him. That’s when she realized his warmth was nothing more than a blade wrapped in disguise.

Everyone here was an adult–Marc was the only one still young. Connor brushed everything aside with that flimsy excuse, as if she were a fool.

The more she thought about it, the darker her expression grew.

All these people had closed ranks around Tess.

The group that stood in the center stood out in bright colors, while the rest of the crowd wore only black and white. They looked like they wanted attention. The only one dressed with any sense was Connor, in his pale white suit.

“Ah! Sorry, bro–Mr. Hale!”

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Chapter 384 The Spark at the Funeral

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Marc, who had been sipping wine lazily, suddenly tilted his glass and dramatically splashed it across Connor’s suit.

The deep purple stain spread across the crisp white fabric.

Those nearby gasped. The onlookers rushed forward, fumbling to hand over napkins in an attempt to clean Connor up.

Luckily, Connor’s suit was made from a fabric designed to resist stains. A swipe with a wet cloth, and the wine disappeared.

But the liquid had already seeped deep. Like a spark catching fire, it brought out hidden designs beneath the fabric–patterns in a vivid green that glowed against the white.

What had looked like a plain suit now transformed into a masterpiece of design.

The reporters‘ eyes lit up. Cameras snapped from every direction.

In the quiet corner, Nadine’s face turned sour.

They had done it on purpose.

This wasn’t an accident. It was all part of their plan. The strange, colorful outfits, the staged drama–they had come to the funeral ready to cause a scene.

Connor, never one to stay out of the spotlight, raised his glass to Nadine with a polite smile that looked more practiced than sincere. “I didn’t expect things to turn out this way. My apologies. You don’t mind, do you, Ms. Nadine?”

He tipped his glass back and finished it in one swallow.

Nadine’s fingers tightened around her wine glass. Her hand was shaking.

She gritted her teeth. Nadine was furious.

But with so many guests and reporters watching her every move, she forced out a stiff, awkward smile.

“Where are you, Nadine? Why aren’t you back yet?”

Henry’s steady voice rolled through the crowd like a heavy drum.

Tess’s mocking look instantly sharpened into something colder.

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