Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant
Chapter 229 … I Always Keep My Word

Chapter 229: Chapter 229 ... I Always Keep My Word

The women were amused.

Especially the blonde woman at the head of the table.

She leaned forward, clasping her fingers on the table as she scoffed, "You’re already in this situation, but you think you can wriggle your way out of it just because you drive a Porsche?"

Kelsie raised a questioning brow. A second later, she chuckled.

"What? Don’t tell me you’re offended I drive a Porsche. Given how you’re sitting at the head of the table, I assume this store is yours. With a store like this, you must be wealthy enough to buy a Porsche, not so?"

The woman felt challenged and shot to her feet, yelling in irritation, "Oh, you’re so arrogant! You may be driving a Porsche, but it’s nothing to me."

"I’m Tina Marlowe, and my husband is Colt Marlowe. If I want three of that dirty Porsche of yours, I’ll have them!"

Kelsie frowned, checking her ears for blood.

Strange.

This Tina Marlowe screamed so loudly, she genuinely felt like her eardrums might be bleeding.

"Keep testing our patience and you’ll end up groveling way harder than you should!" Another woman huffed.

The women who had gone to spy on Kelsie earlier were the only ones quiet.

They had a lot to say, but at the same time, couldn’t bring themselves to say it—out of shame and fear.

Shame that they told Kelsie she was too young to own a practice. Now realizing she was the owner, they felt inferior—not just to her age, but to her looks.

Even more humiliating? They had given her such a nice compliment as being too young to own a practice.

And they felt fear as they’d all agreed not to go over to Kelsie’s practice, but curiosity got the better of them as the thugs took too long to get back to them.

So they hurried over see what was happening.

If they spoke up now, Kelsie could casually point them out as those she’d seen outside her practice.

If that happened, Tina and the others would never forgive them. They might even be kicked out of the committee.

If that happened, they’d never be able to raise their heads proudly again.

So, they bent backward and turned their faces aside.

But their awkward movement only made Kelsie look in their direction.

Recognizing them, she strutted toward their side with the words, "You were all there. Why don’t you tell your leader what a mess the thugs you hired caused?"

Instantly, all eyes turned to them and the women instantly refuted.

"O-of course not! Why do you even talk like you know us? You didn’t see us anywhere because you don’t know us!" _{freeweb\n(o)v.e\l.com}

Kelsie thinned their lips, "I have surveillance cameras outside my practice. Should I get them?"

The women froze.

"We may have been passing by at that moment, but we saw nothing!" One of them found her tongue and yelled out in defense.

Her trembling voice was enough to tell the other women she was lying, but adding to that was an obvious fact: Kelsie’s practice was at the end of the block.

One couldn’t just pass by as it had no road leading anywhere. It was the end of the road. People only went there to see what the store sold.

And for people like them who already knew, they could’ve only gone for one thing.

"If you care so much about your practice, then you know what to do next. Otherwise, the next time those boys go over there, I’ll make sure they trash it beyond repair."

The thugs’ eyes snapped toward Tina Marlowe, bulging in panic when they realized she was referring to them.

Aurelia slipped both hands into her pockets and shrugged, "Mrs. Marlowe, I’ve come to know your husband is no ordinary person, which means cleaning the mess you made shouldn’t be hard."

She paused, placed her hand on the check, and slid it over to Tina Marlowe.

"All I need is for you to write down a satisfactory number on this check, and I’ll be out of your hair."

A woman to Tina’s left sneered and picked up the check.

Locking eyes with Kelsie, she smugly tore it into pieces and threw it across the table.

"It’s already come to this, and you still blindly think you can negotiate. You must want your practice to go out of practice!"

Kelsie tiredly rubbed the back of her neck and tilted her head slightly to the side to look at the leader of the thugs.

"My thug friend, what do you think should be done in this situation?"

Thug friend?

It was obvious she was referring to the thug in the room. Since he was working for her, Tina leaned back in her seat and scoffed.

"Your thug friend? Who bonds with a thug who breaks things in the reception of their business pla—"

She flinched, abruptly ending her sentence when, all of a sudden, the boss grabbed a golf club from its basket and walked back to the table.

He was heading straight for Kelsie’s side and knowing how reckless he was, the women assumed the worst.

"Wait, no!"

"Don’t hit her!"

Crack!

Shards from the broken edge of the glass table flew through the air, scaring the women witless.

Tina was the most astounded.

"H-Hey, what’s wrong with you? Is this because I haven’t given you the rest of your money? Have you lost your..."

Crack!

Another side of the table caved in from the abrupt and hard impact of the golf club.

The other women shrieked and quickly backed away.

That was when Tina realized she had read the whole situation wrong.

She didn’t know what Kelsie offered these thugs, but whatever it was, he wasn’t even looking at her.

Refusing to back down in front of Kelsie, she gritted her teeth and stood her ground, ignoring how hard her heart was pounding against her rib cage.

Kelsie stared at the scared women, the corners of her lips curling up in disdain.

Typical wealthy, spoilt women.

They sent a thug to smash her place, but couldn’t stand the idea of her being beaten by him.

What did they expect he’d do if she didn’t have Daniel to protect her and fought against him?

In fact, she knew if something did happen to her, these women would still find a reason to make it her fault.

So she felt no pity watching them shiver with fear at a corner.

Tearing her eyes away from them, she tapped the table impatiently, grabbing their attention again.

"Are you going to write me a check for my staff and the damages your thugs caused to my reception, or do you need this boss to persuade you more?"

The words had barely left her mouth before the frightened women cried out, "The check! I’ll write the check!"

A faint smile grazed her lips as she pushed the check toward the one with a pen.

After writing it, the woman pushed it back, but Kelsie saw the amount and pushed it right back to her.

"Physically assaulting unarmed and peaceful elderly civilians? I know a very good lawyer who’ll milk your husbands dry if this isn’t properly settled in this room."

She didn’t have to say much more.

The women instantly reached for their bags, pulling out checkbooks.

Kelsie then shifted her gaze to Tina, who hadn’t moved an inch.

"Don’t be ridiculous, you’re their leader. If everyone here is writing a check for the damages, you’re supposed to take the fall and write the biggest one."

"Or do you need me to summon the golf club at your store?"

Tina quickly grabbed her checkbook too, gritting her teeth as she wrote.

This wench might’ve won this time, but she’d lick her wounds and fight back at a latter time!

"Also, I call the meeting now. If you have anything to say but still wish to remain part of the committee, I suggest you keep that thought bottled inside. Now then, have a good day."

When she left, the other women turned to each other, a sinking sense of being robbed settling deep in their stomachs.

A plan they had perfectly orchestrated had backfired so hard on them.

Had they known the owner of the practice was crazy, they never would’ve dared to mess with her!

Daniel had the same thought as he followed after Kelsie.

"I didn’t know you had such intention. Didn’t you just want to live out your days minding your business?"

Kelsie chuckled and walked ahead of him, surveying the area with her eyes.

That redhead said a man approached him. She realized she’d only be able to view the footage of what happened if the women’s committee let her.

But knowing they wouldn’t... she did what she had to do.

Now, the hunt for that smug bastard begins.

Somewhere, a man was biting down on his nails, laughing angrily.

"That wench. She’s just like her mother—always plotting, even when she’s at her lowest!"

Behind the curtain in front of him, a familiar voice exhaled tiredly, "I told you I had everything handled. Why go to her practice when I told you not to?"

"You’re not the one who’ll lose everything to her once she finds out things aren’t what they seem." The man hissed, his eyes pinned on a computer with several live coverage of Kelsie’s practice, including one showing the inside of the clothing store she had just come out of.

The man behind the curtain was quiet for a moment before he moved it to the side, his hardened face coming into view.

"You want Kelsie Sutton out of your life—and I promised you that. I, Serbian Howard... I always keep my word."