Chapter 223 - Breach of Contract (1/2)
The suite they were in had the best view of the city, yet none of it mattered since all curtains were drawn for their security and privacy's sake.
Cracking her neck, Madam Chanel ignored the fact that her tea tasted nothing like tea but a cup of warm water with a pair of sweaty socks simmering inside the teapot. She eyed Olivia's cup and her eyes took a sneaky side glance at Maxen. The goofy grin painted on the prince's face told Chanel Greene that the tea was intentional—a representation of Maxen's ill-feeling towards her.
Placing the teacup back on the saucer, Chanel Greene straightened her back and planted her hands on her knees. ”I don't want to waste your precious time, Your Highness. So if you have anything you wished to convey, I'm all ears.” Chanel Greene smiled a practiced smile—one she mastered every morning in the morning. It looked sweet and innocent, one could be fooled by it if one missed looking her straight into the eye.
”Perfect,” Maxen said, holding his palm up. MIB1 stepped forward and handed him a doc.u.ment. Sliding it in front of Chanel Greene, he observed how her pinky flinched as she picked up the folder.
”I don't get it. This is Ms. Lin's insurance claim. I've already read and signed this,” Chanel Greene expressed her confusion. She then shifted her bum to face Olivia who was sitting beside her. ”Ms. Lin? Did I miss something?” she asked. Her brows knitted when a foreboding feeling clawed in her stomach. She didn't read the doc.u.ment and just signed it in haste, confident that whatever's written in it would cover the bases of the damages in Olivia's apartment.
”You didn't,” Olivia reassured her, and creases on Chanel Greene's forehead smoothened. ”But—”
”But what?” Chanel Greene interrupted Olivia, and the former's voice squeaked like a mouse. It was apparent that Chanel was trying her best to hold it in together, but Maxen's presence overwhelmed her to a point of a nervous breakdown.
”Can I explain it to her, baby?” Maxen asked for Olivia's permission. Of course, Chanel Greene didn't miss the endearment. It shouldn't shock her because she knew that Olivia and Maxen were dating and even cohabitating, but what rolled out of Maxen's tongue next almost knocked her off her seat. ”Olivia and I are married.”
”Whaaat?” Chanel Greene's head snapped left and right, from Maxen to Olivia, then back to Maxen again. She heard a sharp inhale and so her head snapped to Konstantin's direction. ”Are you aware of this, Konstantin?” She sent Konstantin an evil glare. Her eyes narrowed into slits.
”I am not,” he responded, but his eyes were locked onto Olivia who was smiling silly at Maxen's immaturity. Clearing his throat, he added, ”Congratulations are in order, I believe.” Konstantin forced a smile but came up short when his lips only reached half-way his cheeks.
”I think I know where this conversation is going,” Chanel Greene huffed. ”I have seen this in movies, read it in books. The ambitious lady who wanted the world always ends up as the sacrificial lamb.”
”Maxen. The lady meant no harm,” Konstantin tried to put in a good word.
”She didn't, but that's not what the evidence is pointing at.”
”What evidence?” Chanel Greene asked and her ears perked up, afraid to miss a single word.
”Yes, there has been a breach in Olivia's apartment, but there were two intruders that were caught in cam. One escaped whilst harming Olivia's assistant,” Maxen narrated. He paused and c.o.c.ked an eyebrow on Konstantin. ”But we're lucky to apprehend one and found out he has connections with the rebels.”