"Watch your mouth, Ma'am!" Blake snapped, his voice firm and cold, cutting off the woman's sharp, piercing words. His gaze was intense, filled with restrained anger—not just because of her harsh accusations but also because of the way she spoke, as if she had the right to treat Amora and him however she pleased.He despised hearing such venomous words from her, especially in a high-end restaurant where the atmosphere was supposed to be calm and elegant.Her outrageous claims had already drawn the attention of several restaurant patrons. They glanced at Amora and Blake with curious and slightly suspicious looks.Whispers spread among them, speculating about what had happened. Amora could feel their stares burning into her skin, making her cheeks flush with shame and deepening her sense of humiliation and helplessness.She stood frozen, her entire body stiff as if she had turned into a wax statue displayed in the middle of a crowd. She was still trying to process the woman's baseless ac

The woman laughed as if she were completely innocent, looking down on them with disdain.“All this anger over a fake necklace?” she scoffed. Her sharp, chilling eyes pierced through Amora and Blake as her mocking laughter rang in their ears.Amora’s eyes burned with fury. She wanted to step forward, to confront the woman directly, but Blake’s firm voice stopped her in her tracks.“Stop insulting my wife!” His gaze was intense, unreadable. “I’ll replace your dress—which isn’t even worth more than $30,000. Do you think I’m a fool who can’t recognize its price?”The older woman chuckled, her eyes scanning them from head to toe, her expression filled with superiority. Their appearance, in her eyes, screamed of lower status.“Don’t be so arrogant! Your words are sweet, but there’s no action behind them!” she sneered, folding her arms.Blake smirked coldly. This woman was skilled at talking, but he could see right through her. He knew she was just trying to humiliate them.“Where’s your ban

The woman's body felt cold, her hands trembling, and her legs weak as if they could no longer support her. She clearly didn't have that much money. Even paying half of it seemed impossible.Her mouth opened, trying to speak, but not a single word came out. Fear had completely paralyzed her at this moment.Blake stared at her sharply, his gaze unwavering. "I've made myself clear. You have to compensate for the damage and apologize to my wife!" His voice was low but carried immense pressure."Don't even think about making excuses, or I'll drag you straight to the police station!"The woman grew even paler. Tears welled up in her eyes before—thud!She fell to her knees before Amora, sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm sorry! I truly am! I didn't know the necklace was real! I swear, I had no idea!" she cried, her voice filled with panic and fear.Onlookers started whispering among themselves. They vividly remembered how the woman had arrogantly mocked Amora's necklace earlier, calling it fake wi

Amora let out a relieved sigh after buying a fresh coconut from a vendor by the beach.The price wasn’t expensive, but the refreshing taste was enough to help her calm down a little after everything that had just happened.She turned around, intending to return to where Blake was, but to her surprise, he was no longer there.Amora frowned, confused."Where did he go?" she murmured to herself. Blake had been a little away from the crowd earlier, but he wouldn’t just leave like that, would he?She scanned the area, searching for him among the beachgoers. Anxiety started creeping in as she bit her lower lip.I shouldn’t have lost track of Blake in a place like this, she thought, her uneasiness growing.A few steps later, her eyes landed on him in the middle of a group of people. She quickened her pace toward him, but as she got closer, she saw something that made her heart pound.Blake was talking to a woman who looked younger than him, flashing a sweet smile while gazing at him with a l

Everyone was shocked by the confession. They exchanged glances before bursting into laughter, their eyes filled with pity as they looked at Amora."Hey, ugly woman, stop making things up!" one of the women sneered. "Someone as ugly as you could never be Blake’s wife. You and Blake are like the ocean and a dirty flood—completely incompatible!" she added, receiving nods of agreement from the other women."Amanda is right. Before claiming to be Blake’s wife, you should go buy a mirror and take a good look at yourself. Self-awareness is important. Or have you already lost your mind?" another woman mocked, scanning Amora from head to toe with a condescending gaze."Maybe she’s an escaped mental patient," one of them said, eyes widening in a mix of shock and feigned fear. "Guys, should I call the asylum right now? We have to report her before she gets even crazier, right?" she continued in an exaggerated tone.Amora's young coconut became the target of the women’s anger. Meanwhile, Blake, w