Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 849:

“You don’t even know who I am, and you’re checking my invitation?”noveldrama

Ronan Valdez stood there, a woman on each arm, both barely dressed. He sported a cigar, exuding a brash arrogance.

“Sorry, Mr. Valdez.” A waiter, dressed in a sleek black shirt, kept his tone cool but respectful. “Your invitation is valid for two guests only.”

Ronan bit down on his cigar in annoyance.

“Can’t you count? I’ve got just two here with me!”

The waiter’s brow creased. “But the system shows the invitation belongs to your wife, Mrs. Thalia Valdez, who boarded two hours ago.”

Allison, not one to dilly-dally, stepped up and cut in. “Excuse me, could you get a message to Kylo for me? Tell him Ms. Clarke would like a word.”

The waiter replied with a frosty note. “Sorry, we can’t arrange that. Do you have an appointment?”

As Allison finished, Ronan slid over with a greasy grin. “Hello, miss. Ronan here, General Manager of the Global Group.”

He straightened his suit in a mock-gentlemanly gesture and made her an offer. “Why not join me on the cruise?”

Allison chuckled at his proposal.

“Mr. Valdez, seems like you’re a bit mixed up.” She nodded towards the two fuming women trailing him. “You can’t even sort out entry for these two, and you want to add me to your troubles?”

Ronan, unfazed, leaned in with a sleazy assurance.

“An invite to the Galaxy is gold dust. Right now, I can’t help you, but once my wife clears out, there’ll be space.” He winked, making no bones about his shady plans.

“Ms. Clarke, right? A beauty like you shouldn’t waste time chasing after some old timer like Kylo. Why not stick with me?”

Allison’s reply was icy. “You might want to take this chance to walk away.”

She was quickly losing her patience.

Yet Ronan, blind to the brewing storm, jeered at her.

“Watch your step, lady. You’re just a gal without a ticket. You’re in no position to throw your weight around here!”

Allison’s smile was frosty, cutting like glass. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t Thalia the boss of Global Group? That makes her the rightful owner of the invite, and you? Well, you’re just the guy she keeps around. Who gave you the right to act arrogant and look down on others? You can’t hold a candle to Kylo at all.”

Ronan’s face flared up, a deep shade of red.

“You’ve got some nerve, spouting that kind of trash!” He had indeed been mooching off his wife, but no one had ever dared to call him out so bluntly.

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