Chapter 311



Bria’s eyes were a chilling mix of fury and ice.

“Noemi, you fool! You almost ran into Kallie,” she chided sharply. “Apologize now! She’s someone now, unlike you, an insignificant nobody. Don’t you know my grandpa and my cousin hold her in high regard? Offending her could have serious consequences for you.”

Frantic, Noemi shook her head, stammering, “No, no, I didn’t mean to…”

“Then why haven’t you apologized yet?” Bria interjected with a sneer.

With several onlookers present in and around the room, Noemi, feeling the weight of their gazes, bowed before Kallie with a deep sense of humiliation. “I’m sorry, Miss. It won’t happen again. Please forgive me.”

Noemi knelt down, her knees thudding against the floor with a heavy sound.

Kallie, taken aback by Noemi’s action of kneeling, quickly gestured to a nearby bodyguard, who stepped forward and helped Noemi to her feet. “Don’t trouble them further,” the bodyguard said, his tone firm.

Once Noemi had exited, Kallie walked into Bria’s ward. Bria’s eyes followed Kallie’s every step, finally settling on her face with a sneer that barely concealed her scorn.

“It’s been a while, Kallie, and here you are, pretending to be quite the lady,” Bria remarked with a sneer. “Did Ewing fill your head with tales of being a true Nixon? Don’t be so naive. He’s merely using you to manipulate my grandpa. Others might be blind, but I see right through you. You’re nothing but an imposter.”

Kallie shook her head in exasperation. Her fingers swiftly danced on the screen as she typed down her message, which was articulated with the text-to-speech function.

“I used to think you had some sense. Now it’s clear you’re just obstinate. You just can’t accept that your brother aimed for your life, and that had it not been for your luck, you wouldn’t have escaped death.

Have you ever thought that if Klein succeeded in sending me to prison, accusing me of pushing you into the water, you’d bear the brunt of his anger by the time he caught wind of this incident and got livid?”

Bria paused, processing Kallie’s words, recognizing the truth in them. It was no secret that her relationship with Kallie was fraught and that Tyrone had often cautioned her over this. Her demeanor at home lacked the charm Klein effortlessly displayed.

Biting her lip in defiance, Bria retorted, “Don’t try to sow discord between me and my brother. He’s my brother and he acts solely in my interest. Why should I trust you over him?”

Kallie met Bria’s eyes calmly. Her phone articulated her message with the text-to-speech function, “Deep down, you already know the answer. I simply came here to make my stance clear. I never wanted to fight with you, nor am I interested in holding you accountable for what you’ve done to me. I don’t understand why you had it out for me, but I think we can find a way to get along.”

Bria laughed, as if Kallie had just cracked the worst joke. “You want us to get along? Why would I want that with you?”

A chill entered Kallie’s eyes. She didn’t try to persuade Bria anymore; Bria had made her own choice. If Bria was set on being hostile, there wasn’t much Kallie could do to change that.

As Kallie turned to leave, Bria taunted, “Going already? Why not persuade me more? Ever consider offering me something to change my mind? Maybe then I’ll think about it.”

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