Chapter 1547
When Love Comes Late
Amya, however, wasnât as friendly.
She scoffed and spoke in a cold tone.
âAre you here for the auction? I recall the entry requirements were very strict.
Howâd you manage to get in? What can you even afford?â
Miley blushed under Amyaâs harsh words, but she responded frankly, âIâm actually staff, in charge of the model show.
â
Amya gave a curt nod but refused to meet Mileyâs gaze.
âRight, I almost forgot about your errand-girl job.
That explains it.
â Her tone dripped with contempt.
Miley felt a tightness in her chest, yet she maintained a neutral smile.
âactually, I run a model company.
Iâm not just running errands.
â
Amya offered a sarcastic smile.
âSo, what kind of boss runs their own errands?â
Despite knowing Amya wouldnât be kind, Mileyâs face paled slightly.
Taking a deep breath, she composed herself.
âTodayâs auction will be a visual treat.
No need to ruin your mood because of me.
â
Amya crossed her arms and sneered.
âGlad you recognize youâre a bother.
Maybe you should take a hint and disappear.
â
Miley clenched her fists at her sides.
She knew arguing was pointless.
Getting into a fight wouldnât benefit her.
She inhaled deeply and spoke calmly.
âIâll do my best to stay out of the way.
â
âWhat? Are you giving up on your dream of marrying into money?â Amya challenged.
Miley forced a smile.
âI love Neville, not his wealth or his mother.
â
âHow dare you!â Amyaâs anger flared.
She raised her hand, but before it could connect with Mileyâs face, Bertha intervened.
With a frown, Bertha said, âThe auctionâs about to start.
Letâs head in.
â
âMom!â Amya protested.
âGet inside now.
â Berthaâs voice grew sterner.
Amya obeyed reluctantly, following Bertha into the main area without a word.
Outside the bathroom, Amya couldnât resist muttering, âWhyâd you let her off so easily? Sheâs a cunning woman, a real gold-digger.
â
âThere are subtler ways to drive a wedge between them.
No need to lose your composure at such an important event.
â Bertha shot Amya a pointed look.
âRemember our goal today.
â
Alone in the bathroom, Miley washed her hands.
Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she felt tears prick her eyes.
The pressure of work and the Pierce family were taking its toll.
But within a minute, she wiped her tears away, straightened her posture, and met her own gaze in the mirror.