My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 319

Hold it right there! Sandras voice rang out suddenly, cutting through the tension in the room.

The security guards and sales associate froze mid-step, turning back to face her with puzzled expressions etched on their faces.

Sandras slender finger shot forward, pointing decisively toward a corner.

And her! Tucked into a shadowy nook was another sales associatethe same one who had fed Sandra false information.

She seemed to be hoping the walls would swallow her whole.

Sandras tone sharpened as she continued, These two are working together.

That one even tried stirring the pot, framing Elizabeth as Olivers mistress to create a scandal.

Elijah shifted his gaze slowly, directing it at Oliver with a calm intensity.

Oliver felt an icy shiver crawl down his spine.

He raised his hands in a panicked gesture, stumbling over his words.

Elijah, this is ridiculous! Ive got nothing to do with her.

My interactions with Elizabeth are as innocent as they come.

I only stepped in because she was being treated unfairly! Elijahs expression didnt waver, his voice steady and tinged with faint scorn.

I know.

Relieved, Oliver let out a breath and even managed a smug smile.

I knew youd see through this nonsense.

You know what kind of man I Shes not interested in you, Elijah interrupted flatly.

The rest of Olivers sentence choked in his throat.

His face darkened, and he glanced around, convinced that the others were suppressing laughter at his expense.

Trying to salvage his pride, he mumbled under his breath, Elijah, seriously? In front of all these people? A little respect wouldnt hurt, you know.

Sandra, sensing an opportunity, hooked her arm playfully around Olivers neck and drove the nail further in.

Youre really out of touch with reality, arent you? Elijah just called it as he sees it.

Choosing someone like you is purely charity on my part.

The least you could do is behave like a gentleman from now on.

Meanwhile, the sales associate lurking in the corner, who thought shed escaped the worst of it, suddenly found herself being called out.

She panicked, rushing forward and pointing a trembling finger at her co-worker, who was already being hauled away.

She said, I swear, it wasnt me! Shes the one who orchestrated this whole thing! Mrs.

James, youve got to believe me.

I even told her not to judge customers by their appearance! Hearing that, the other sales associate, already halfway out the door, spun on her heel and spat back venomously, Oh, give it a rest, you snake! Youre just jealous of my sales record and would love to see me fired.

Lets pull the surveillance footage, shall we? Let Mr.

James see exactly how two-faced you are! The room erupted as the two women launched into a chaotic shouting match, their bickering escalating into a public spectacle.

Both Elizabeth and Sandra instinctively took a cautious step back, as if dodging an imminent explosion.

The CEOs face darkened like a brewing storm, his patience snapping.

He barked at the security guards, Get them out of my sight! Havent we had enough disgrace for one day? Without wasting a moment, the guards dragged the squabbling women out.

Once the store was blissfully quiet again, the CEO turned to Elizabeth.

Mrs.

James, please allow us to make amends.

Purchase a single item, and Ill add a gift worth up to a hundred thousand as our sincere apology.

The CEO had already pieced together what had unfolded.

He knew Elizabeths eyes were on the priciest item in the storea rare, limited-edition pen rumored to have caught Elijahs attention as well.

Offering a hundred-thousand-dollar gift was a small price to pay to salvage the situation.

Elizabeth, naturally, wasnt going to pass up such a generous offer.

Flashing a polite smile, she made her way to the counter to browse.

Her eyes landed on a white pen with a sleek, minimalist design.

It lacked the ostentatious diamond embellishments of the others but had an understated elegance she found appealing.

She glanced at the price tagthirty thousand.

Perfect for Daxton.

A thirty-thousand-dollar pen, plus a bonus gift worth a hundred thousand.

The irony wasnt lost on her; the earlier humiliation had turned into a windfall.

This was easier money than a month of hard work.

That pen doesnt suit me.

Elijahs tone was low, almost contemplative.

Elizabeth didnt hesitate to reply, her words straightforward.

Its not for you.

It suits him just fine.

The air in the room seemed to freeze, the once-buzzing energy replaced by an icy stillness.

Elijahs gaze turned colder, his question cutting through the silence like a blade.

Who is he?