Chapter 607
Chapter 607:
Despite the fleet of luxury cars at her fingertips, Elliana swung a leg over her old motorcycle. Jeff climbed on behind her, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, grinning like a kid. Moments later, the engine roared to life, and they sped through the city streets, pulling up to the Royal Club.
Adah was already there, waiting. The moment Elliana laid eyes on her, she had to smother a grin.
Adah had been decked out in full “country bumpkin” regalia, her real beauty well masked. Her wig was a wild, tangled mess that looked like it had been teased by crows, and she wore a faded outfit straight out of a long-forgotten attic trunk. With intentionally pale, sunken cheeks and a sullen expression, she looked like a starving extra from a vintage farm drama. All she was missing was a tin pail of chicken feed.
Elliana didn’t need to ask. She knew exactly what was going on. Adah disliked her fiancé, Allan, and this was her passive-aggressive plan: to become so repulsive that he’d be the one to call off the engagement.
Elliana and Adah, donning top-notch disguises to look ugly for different reasons, shared a secret, knowing smile.
But then Adah’s gaze shifted to the boy clinging to Elliana’s side. “And who’s this little baldy?” she asked, her voice sharp and unimpressed.
“Jeff Evans,” Elliana replied without ceremony.
Adah’s eyes narrowed. Her instincts went on high alert. “Elliana,” she said quietly, the playfulness gone from her tone, “you’re divorced from Cole, so why are you still playing nanny for an Evans boy p>
Before Elliana could respond, Adah continued, “Don’t tell me—he’s latched on like a leech, hasn’t he p>
Jeff stiffened, his temper flaring. “What’s it to you?” he snapped. “Mind your own business!” Then, with all the flair of a drama queen, he stuck out his tongue. “Ugly hag! Trying to copy Elliana? Please. She looks adorable. You, on the other hand, look like you crawled out of a chicken coop. That bird’s nest on your head and those crusty clothes? Ugh. Total eyesore p>
Adah barked out a humorless laugh. “Oh, is that so?” Her instincts had been correct—this kid was a pint-sized menace with a mouth like a razor blade.
Annoyance flashed in Adah’s eyes as she rolled up her sleeves and lunged at Jeff, ready to teach him a lesson.
Jeff let out a panicked squeak and dove behind Elliana, clutching her like a human shield but still peeking out with a defiant glare.
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Elliana stifled a laugh. “Come on, Adah, don’t go picking fights with a child p>
Adah had never intended to actually swat an eight-year-old—she just wanted to rattle Jeff a little and take that sharp tongue of his down a notch. At Elliana’s chiding, she dropped her sleeves with a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Let’s go in p>
The two women made their way toward the Royal Club entrance, Jeff trailing behind like a loyal—if slightly smug—duckling.
But as they approached, the bouncer stepped in front of them, one hand raised like a traffic signal. “Hold up. This is the Royal Club. You sure you’ve got the right address?” His eyes swept over their mismatched, ragged clothes, and his lip curled in disdain. “You can’t even afford to breathe the air in there p>
Elliana didn’t bother with a comeback. She simply pulled out her phone, tapped the screen a few times, and held it up. It displayed her bank account balance.
The bouncer leaned in, squinting as he silently counted zeroes. “Thousand… million… ten million… hundred million… billion p>