From Ashes to Queen: Now I Call the Shots novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 Don’t You Dare Call Me That Again

The Joyner family was turning out to be the perfect catalyst to bring Scarlett and her mother closer together.

Scarlett waved her hand. “That’s not really necessary, is it?”

Hudson put on a serious face. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. A young lady who doesn’t know how to complain isn’t a good heiress.”

Scarlett went quiet.

What the hell does that even mean?

But still–she felt a lot better. Being around people who matched her energy really did make life feel longer and sweeter.

Outside the mall, Martha was in serious pain. She caught sight of her reflection in a nearby window and nearly screamed.

She rushed to grab a mask to cover her face, hoping to escape unnoticed.

“You don’t have some skin disease, do you? How are we supposed to buy anything if you’re hiding your face like that?” someone muttered, suspicious.

The moment one person spoke up, others immediately gathered around her, pointing and murmuring.

The vendor got flustered. “Take the mask off. Let us see if there’s something wrong with your skin!”

“I don’t have anything!” Martha’s voice was raspy.

“Then why are you covering up like that?”

“She looks like she came here to take it out on society.”

“Mister, you shouldn’t be leaving masks out like that for anyone to touch. She already handled a few!”

“Even if she didn’t touch the others, what if she’s got some contagious disease?”

“I want a refund for all this!”

The shop owner was panicking now. She rushed over to Martha, reaching out to pull the mask off her face.

But Martha had already been pushed to the edge. When she saw that hand coming at her, she jerked back in panic and nearly crashed into the checkout counter.

“She’s definitely sick!”

“Call the cops!”

The moment she heard “call the police,” Martha freaked out.

Rebecca had gotten hauled off just like that and still wasn’t out yet.

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She couldn’t get arrested too.

“No! You can’t call the cops! I have to go–I need to leave right now!”

She tried to shove her way out of the circle.

But no one moved aside. In the struggle, someone knocked her off balance and she hit the floor hard, the side of her face smashing against the ground.

Even with the mask, the pain was unbearable.

“Move! She’s not getting up. What if she’s got something really serious?”

“I’m calling 911!”

Martha scrambled to her feet, tears streaming down her face, screaming at them not to call the police or an ambulance.

Taking advantage of the momentary shock, she shoved past the crowd and ran out of the store.

But the shop owner called the police anyway, claiming a potential terrorist had tried to attack the store.

Martha managed to make it outside, only to crash straight into someone.

She instinctively tried to apologize, still jumpy from the ordeal.

But when she looked up, she saw it was Franklin.

“Honey! Honey!” she sobbed, latching onto him and bursting into fresh tears.

“Who the hell are you?”

Franklin was already in a foul mood.

He’d tried to calm himself by picking out some decent gifts for the banquet that evening–something to curry favor with the other CEOs attending.

Just as he’d regained his composure, this crazy woman came out of nowhere, grabbed him, and started crying out “husband.”

He didn’t even think–he just kicked her off him.

“Get the hell away from me!”

Martha crumpled to the ground.

She’d already been beaten by Hudson, humiliated and run out of the mall. She was mentally and physically wrecked.

There was no strength left in her body to dodge the blow.

Now, after Franklin’s brutal kick, she lay on the pavement unable to move.

Franklin snorted,

He patted imaginary dust off his coat with disgust.

Unbelievable. This was Jandale, and even here, he had to deal with women like this?

In Trenwyn, as the Joyners gained more and more influence, women were constantly throwing themselves at him, trying to sleep their way up.

But he had higher ambitions–he wasn’t interested in any of them. That self–discipline had actually helped him avoid a lot of political traps.

It made him even more cautious. He never messed around outside.

And yet even in Jandale, he couldn’t catch a break?

What kind of idiotic opponent thought sending an older woman to seduce him would work?

Did they think changing the style would make him more interested?

This was peak stupidity.

If there weren’t so many people around, he would’ve kicked her again.

“Honey…” Martha’s voice trembled as she held her stomach, drenched in cold sweat.

Her face was pale and full of misery.

Franklin had just turned to leave, but when she called him “honey” again, he exploded.

“You just don’t learn, do you? Calling me that again?”

“You throw yourself at me like this–want me to call the cops? Lock you up for the rest of your miserable life?”

Martha’s tears poured down even harder.

Her feelings were a jumbled mess.

On one hand, she was glad–Franklin had misunderstood her as some random woman trying to seduce him and immediately rejected her. That meant he was faithful, and she liked that.

But on the other hand… this was her husband. The man she’d shared a bed with for years.

And he didn’t even recognize her.

That kind of heartbreak was indescribable.