"Hi, it’s Alexa." Her voice came through the phone, hesitant but clear. "I’m not sure if you have my number." "Yeah, I do," Max replied smoothly, his lips curling into a smile that didn’t quite reach his voice. There was a pause on the other end before she spoke again. "I heard you’re going to Erica’s engagement?" "Who’s Erica?" His tone was nonchalant like he hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. "Grandpa Langley’s granddaughter," she clarified, her confusion evident. "We’re supposed to go together. Didn’t Grandpa tell you?" Max blinked, and then the memory clicked. "Oh, right. Got it. I just didn’t know her personally." "Okay," she muttered, her voice dropping. After another pause, she ventured, "So, what’s the plan? Are we meeting at the hotel entrance?" Max could feel the awkwardness building like she was tiptoeing around something. Maybe it was the memory of that night when she'd gotten a little too tipsy. To break the tension, he leaned back in his chair and said, "Sin
Max turned to look at the speaker with confusion, and his eyebrows twitched when he saw who she was and her entourage. Sure enough, once the other party also saw who he was, she instantly sniggered, "Well, well, well," she sneered, "if it isn't the useless bum!" She spun around to her group, waving her hand dramatically. "July, look who we’ve bumped into! Your useless ex-husband. What on earth is he doing here?" Max slid his hands into his pockets, his initial surprise fading. July and Greg stood together while Vivi, the one who’d just snatched a tux from him, led the group. His eyes flicked around the room, quickly sizing up the situation and figuring that they must have just entered yet came to cause trouble. "What’s a loser like you doing in a place like this?" Vivi’s taunting voice rang out again, but Max didn’t even blink in her direction. That was until July took a step forward, crossing her arms with a smug smirk. Her gaze ran over him, dripping with disdain. "Don’t tell
Max stood there quietly as the three others exchanged smug glances. The attendant, growing increasingly impatient, tapped her foot. She had seen his type before—broke guys who wandered in just to take a few pictures for their social media. The store sold luxury clothes that even she couldn’t afford, and yet, Max dared to show up without a penny. Worse, on her shift. She could get penalized if anything went wrong, but thankfully, they seemed to be the only customers in the store for now.“Are you done wasting my time?” she snapped, eyeing Max. “If you’re not buying anything, leave.”Max raised an eyebrow. “You don't even know if I truly came here to steal or intend to pay for the tux. Is this how you treat all your customers? By judging them based on what some people say?”"Who are some people?" Vivi retorted and came forward, pointing at Greg and July. "You recognize them, don't you? They are regular customers. Are you sure you want to offend them by not throwing this penniless thie
“Sorry, your payment has been declined.” None of them reacted at first as no one expected that, but a couple of seconds later, they all came to their senses. Max’s brows knitted in confusion while the attendant's worried look eased. Meanwhile, Vivi and Greg gave one another pleased looks as they stiffened their mocking laughter. Only July had an angry look on her face as she felt embarrassed. “Let me retry.” The attendant spoke up, clearly relieved. “Maybe there was an error.” Although everyone knew it was probably an insincere attempt to further embarrass Max. After all, how could the system make a mistake? She swiped the card again, and sure enough, that same mechanical voice rang out again. She was about to put it in again when Vivi suddenly snorted and laughed, folding her arms, “Don’t bother. You can try all day and it won’t work. Didn’t I tell you he’s as broke as a church rat?” The attendant smiled, and she turned to Max, regaining her condescending look. “Maybe you gave t
July folded her arms, a smug smile playing on her lips. "We caught him red-handed, and when we asked him to pay up, he couldn’t. The attendant was ready to call the cops on him, but then you walked in."She seemed pleased with herself and kept looking at Alexa’s face to gauge her reaction. After all, no woman would be happy to hear that the man she brought to such an upscale store tried to steal. She expected Alexa to lash out, yell at Max, maybe even storm out in embarrassment. Although she actually knew Max was not the type to steal; he was the holier than thou type and would not do something like that. She just wanted to mess with him.But to her surprise, Alexa looked like she heard something ridiculous and looked toward the attendant. “Max would never do something like that. Could it be a misunderstanding?” Luxe also shot a sharp look at her. "Tell me exactly what happened. How did the tux I specifically put on the rack end up in this mess?" The attendant, now visibly nervous,
July's eyes widened as the rip echoed through the room. For a second, she just stared at the fabric in her hand, disbelief washing over her face. Then, like a switch flipping, she jumped at Alexa, blurting out, "It's not me!"Alexa raised an eyebrow, momentarily stunned before letting out a cold laugh. "Are you serious right now? You were the one yanking at the dress. If it's not you, who is it? Me?""I said it's not me!" July retorted, bent on not taking the blame. She had merely wanted to feel out what was between Alexa and Max a little and intimidate Alexa while at it. She was absolutely not prepared to get in trouble while at it."You know what?" Alexa shook her head and laughed. "I won't bother arguing with you."She scoffed like she thought July was nothing but a joke before walking past her. July was stunned at first but quickly recollected herself and shouted, "Where are you running off to? You were the one who took the dress in the first place? How dare you try to leave it f
The person who spoke was a young lady in pink at the forefront of the group. When Alexa looked over, she quickly slipped her hand into the arm of the man beside her. The man in question looked at Alexa and seemed a bit flustered even though he managed to look calm. Alexa gave a light scoff at this, which Max noticed, and he glanced at her face before looking at the faces of the people in the group with a scrutinizing look in his gaze. There was only one man in the group, and when the girls saw him look over, they all began to stare at him intently with giggly eyes and whispering amongst themselves about how handsome he was. He didn’t recognize any of the faces but recalled that the girl at the front called Alexa, ‘sister’. Albeit, it was devoid of any sincerity. The girl in question faced her group of friends and said in an excited tone, “This is my sister, Alexa.” Her friends looked at Alexa’s face and gave her strange looks before looking at the face of the man Alexa scoffed at e
The sound of wine hitting the marble floor echoed as Alexa stood still, her maroon dress soaked but showing no visible stain. Her eyes hardened, jaw tightening as she glanced down at the mess.Max stepped closer, concern in his voice, "Are you okay?" He offered her his handkerchief.Without a word, she sidestepped him, her gaze locking onto the girl who had dared to spill the wine. In one smooth motion, she grabbed a full glass from a passing waiter’s tray and, with a sharp sneer, tossed the wine straight into the girl's face.Gasps filled the surroundings, but Alexa wasn't done. She grabbed another glass and splashed it all over Sabrina’s light pink dress, the wine staining it instantly.Afterward, the entire place went silent. With all that splashing, it was inevitable that they had caught the attention of everyone in the surroundings. But thankfully, they were some distance from the front of the hall, so it didn't disrupt the ongoing banquet.But regardless, it was still rude to ca