My Maternity Records Belong to Another Woman novel Chapter 74

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I couldn’t help but laugh as I looked him dead in the eye.

“Bianca Sterling insulted me, robbed me, and hit me,I can be angry all I want. And you think I owe you. anything? Please. Who the hell are you to demand anything from me?”

Charles Whitmore’s face darkened.

He lowered his voice, trying to sound threatening.

“Evelyn Black, I’m willing to let this go for your sake. Don’t push your luck.”

“You don’t want to face the consequences of crossing Whitmore Enterprises?”

I smirked. “Funny, I was just about to say the same to you.‘

“If you piss me off, it won’t just be you, your entire precious little empire will go down with you.”

“So get out of my sight. Once I’m done with your little girlfriend, I’ll deal with you next.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

“Who is this woman? Is she just trying to say Whitmore Enterprises couldn’t afford to offend her?!”

“Whitmore’s one of the fastest–rising giants in Riverton! Only a few families could rival them, maybe she’s

from the Jarretts?”

“No way. I’ve met the Jarrett heiress. She doesn’t look like this.”

“Then who the hell is she?”

The crowd whispered, speculating wildly.

Can’t blame them. The Black Viper Syndicate had once ruled Riverton’s underworld, but in recent years, my father had stepped back, rebranded, and retreated from public view.

Most people had long forgotten the name.

Charles, emboldened by the crowd’s confusion, sneered.

“You’re bluffing. Even if you’ve got some background, you’ll never outrank the Whitmores.”

“Let me be clear,Bianca is my girlfriend. She’s going to be the next Mrs. Whitmore. If you so much as touch her again, I swear on everything, I’ll bring the full weight of Whitmore Enterprises down on you.’

Bianca, her cheeks still swollen from the slaps, lit up like a Christmas tree. Charles had just acknowledged her publicly.

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His parents had always disapproved of her, and their relationship had been hush–hush, until now.

Suddenly, she was legit.

Empowered by the title, she screamed at me, “Did you hear that, you bitch? I’m the future Mrs. Whitmore! If you lay another finger on me, you’re dead!”

Ugh. What a waste of a good face.

Charles had a pretty face for sure, and this was the brainless trophy he picked?

I slapped her again.

“Even Harold Whitmore doesn’t dare talk to me like that. Who the hell do you think you are?”

“I’m going to show you what it really means to mess with the wrong woman.

”

I pulled out my phone and dialed in front of them all.

The line picked up after a few rings.

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