The Heiress They Couldn't Break novel Chapter 166

The Heiress They Couldn’t Break

Chapter 166 We Didn’t Hit Anyone

Nothing could have hit harder than that.

Vincent was so furious he almost saw red.

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He was just about to snap back when a low, raspy yet surprisingly pleasant voice cut through the noise–its tone laced with unmistakable amusement.

“Amelia, so that’s how you see me? Better than all the other men? I’m flattered.”

Everyone turned toward the voice. Standing at the entrance was Jeremy, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that screamed understated luxury.

Every stitch spoke of refined craftsmanship–the fit sculpted his tall frame flawlessly, the shoulders smooth, the waist tapered just right, the fabric gleaming softly under the lights.

Clearly, it was custom–made by a top–tier tailor.

Amelia rolled her eyes.

She had only mentioned him because she thought he was not here, and it was just a way to get under Vincent’s skin.

So, why on earth was he here now?

“Just wrapped up some work,” Jeremy said casually, a faint smile on his lips. “Of course, I wanted to come see you right away.”

Someone like Jeremy did not attend parties unless he wanted to, and when he did, it instantly elevated the entire event.

His presence alone could turn an ordinary gathering into a high–society affair.

He had worried she might be bullied or cornered by these vultures. But seeing her now?

Clearly, she was the one doing the intimidating.

“Perfect timing, huh?” Amelia said with a sheepish smile.

He probably would not misunderstand her, right?

Vincent had never seen her like this before–shy, a little flustered, almost

…

soft.

Even when she was his fiancée, she had never been this way. She was always calm, distant, never the clingy type.

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That was exactly why he had once been drawn to Gianna, with her sweet and gentle act.

But now? The same Amelia who used to keep her distance was actually showing that kind of expression to another man.

Vincent felt like his heart had been struck by lightning. It was ten thousand volts of pure jealousy.

He jumped to his feet, fuming, ready to storm over and tear the two apart.

However, before he could, a familiar, whiny voice echoed through the hall.

“Vincent, are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?”

Before he could even respond, Gianna rushed over, clinging to his arm like he was some fragile patient.

“I saw everything just now! Amelia went too far! How could she hit you like that?” she cried, tears welling up in her eyes.

She had actually been hiding in the shadows the whole time, watching everything unfold.

When she saw Amelia daring to gang up with Patience and beat up both Marcelo and Maxwell -and even Vincent–she was stunned.

Wasn’t Amelia supposed to be hopelessly in love with Vincent? The kind of woman who swore she would never marry anyone else?

So why was she beating him now? Was this some kind of trick to make people think she did not

care?

Honestly, even Gianna herself was speechless.

Yet, instead of stepping in, she immediately called their mom, urging them to come witness the “horror” for themselves and see how their precious sons had been attacked.

Sure enough, when the two women arrived and saw their sons‘ faces swollen like pigs, they were livid.

“Marcelo, Maxwell, are you okay?”

“Vincent, sweetheart, are you hurt?”

Their hearts ached at the sight, but more than that, they were furious. The injuries were not serious, but the humiliation was unbearable.

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