Chapter 224 - Sealed the Deal (1/2)

Thrown under the bus. That's what Chanel Greene felt as Konstantin Ivanov sentenced her into using her poor life choices against herself.

She could hear every crack in her bone when it dawned on her how she looked like a pawn in the royals' chess game of shitting on each other's head.

Scanning the room, she took her grand time and thought of ways to see the end of the game. After all, a pawn was not just a pawn. It could be anything so long as it reached the other end of the board game.

Left with no choice, she forced herself to agree to the terms given to her, just like how she faced things that were beyond her control. And just like those times, she knew a window of opportunity would open for her soon. If not, she would build her own damn window. ”You were my angel, Ms. Lin. Hmm. I think you still are even after this,” Chanel Greene uttered whilst picking up the pen on the table.

”It's an honor to be called as such, but I am never an angel, Ms. Greene, because angels belong in heaven. I am nothing but a vessel of fortune. And those who chose the right path—my path, to be exact—will always be greatly rewarded.”

Although pacified with Olivia's empty promise, Chanel Greene held an impassive expression on her face.

She didn't want to put her hopes up, but if Olivia and Maxen were husband and wife, she saw nothing wrong in placing her bets on Olivia.

”And what about this handsome traitor? What is it going to be for him?”

Maxen chuckled and rubbed the skin above his eyebrow. Was Chanel Greene mad or hurt? It seemed as if she was hurt by Konstantin's betrayal more than getting mad over losing millions. ”I wish I could share it with you, Ms. Greene, unfortunately, our meeting ends here.”

Chanel Greene scoffed. What did she expect from these royals? How could she even think they would include her after all the trouble she had to endure just because she wanted to be on top?

Accepting her fate, Chanel Greene stood from her seat. ”You don't need to see me out,” she announced.

She tugged the ends of her pink Chanel jacket and squared her shoulders. With her chin held up high, she exited the room without sending the rest a goodbye.

Seconds passed, and the soft click of the door raised Olivia's hairs on end, dotting her skin with goosebumps. She was praying in her seat that Maxen would keep his cool and wouldn't dare start a brawl.

”You know why you're here, correct?” Maxen leaned in the backrest of the sofa and splayed his arms. He eyed Olivia and tipped his head to the side as if telling her to come closer and sit beside him.

A smile curved his lips when Olivia stood up, mouthing an ”Excuse me,” towards Konstantin's way as she rounded up the coffee table. With his wife sitting beside him, Maxen felt infinite more than ever.

He knew competition for his wife didn't exist in the universe they lived in, but the thought of rubbing his marriage off on someone's face, especially if that someone had a silly crush on her made him feel infinite.

The feeling was akin to stepping out from the loo after letting go of all the constipation of the previous day. So light. So free. Like a butterfly in the meadow.

”Enough with the gloating, Max.” Olivia elbowed Maxen and shook her head when a boyish grin painted his face.

”Am I?”

”You are. No doubt about it.”

”Let's cut to the chase. What do you want, Maxen?” Konstantin butted in, feeling left out with the couple's bantering.