Chapter 406 If You Love Me, Why Don't You Marry Me?
Hawk, who was driving in front, asked, "What about Magnus's mother..."
Glenn snorted coldly, his eyes slowly opening with a hint of disdain. "Just a lunatic. There's no point in touching her; it would only cause trouble for ourselves."
Making her son Magnus pay Ava's debt would be much more interesting.
From the moment he was taken away at birth, his life had been one of constant upheaval.
He was forced to become a sharp blade in someone else's hand, caught under the gun, a pawn with no tomorrow.
If one day he had to die, he would take everyone down with him.
This world had never shown him an ounce of kindness, nor had it ever loved him, except for Althea.
Hawk worriedly said, "This time we entered Crestoria without permission. If the leader finds out, I'm afraid..."
Glenn sneered arrogantly, "What, are you afraid of that old man?"
"I'm just afraid Mr. Cole will go back and face severe punishment again. We're not strong enough yet; we need to be cautious with the leader."
Glenn's lips curled coldly. "One more time won't make a difference."
It was nothing more than being beaten to a pulp.
His back was covered with scars, all trophies of that old man.
One day, he would personally kill that old man.
He would return everything inflicted on him a hundredfold, a thousandfold.
At the age of ten, he was picked from Serenity Haven Orphanage by that old man and taken to Avelonia for secret training.
The training lasted only three months.
Then the old man exiled him to the Misty Forest to test if he was qualified to be his blade.
Three days and nights of inhuman trials.
Only those who survived were qualified to be pawns.
If you weren't ruthless enough or were unlucky, you could be bitten to death by a venomous snake or swallowed by a tiger in the forest, not even qualifying as a pathetic pawn.
Thinking of the past, Glenn's eyes were extremely sinister.
Hawk was silent for a few seconds, then tentatively asked, "Mr. Cole, if the leader asks about the purpose of this unauthorized action, should we tell him you came back to avenge your biological parents?"
Hearing this, Glenn couldn't help but laugh, a laugh full of mockery.
"I have no feelings for them. Dead is dead, just a worthless life."
Revenge?
He only sought revenge for himself.
Speaking of which, Juniper could be considered half a relative, but unfortunately, he wasn't a loving person and didn't like to acknowledge relatives.
The world kissed him with pain, and he shot back at the world.
After a while, he reminded softly, "And in the future, don't speculate about my motives."
"Yes, sir."
Hawk had been his confidant for many years.
But Glenn was highly vigilant and guarded.
He trusted no one.
Meanwhile, Juniper had arranged to meet Ophelia at the Golden Shopping Center.
The two first sampled a few stores, ordering signature dishes and chatting while they ate.
Ophelia took a sip of tea to cleanse her palate. "The taste of signature dishes is getting more and more perfunctory, just average. Juniper, are you really planning to come back and open a restaurant this time?"
Juniper: "Yes, and in a few weeks, I'll be joining Windsor Group's branch in the Imperial Capital. There are several projects to work on here."
Ophelia looked at her enviously and sighed lightly, "It's good to be busy with something."
Sensing the disappointment in her words, Juniper looked up at her. "What's wrong? After the last school reunion, what happened with you and Thomas?"
Ophelia's face was expressionless as she tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Nothing, the past can't come back."
Juniper asked, "What about now? Last time you said you were going to divorce Robert, are you still going through with it?"
Ophelia took a bite of dessert and frowned slightly. "Why does this dessert taste a bit bitter?"
Juniper was slightly stunned, took a small spoonful, and tasted it. "No, it's quite sweet."
Juniper smiled at her knowingly. "You're in a bad mood; everything tastes bitter. How about we look at some bags after we eat?"
Ophelia loved buying bags.
She said that every time she bought a bag, it brought her unprecedented satisfaction and security.
But this time, Ophelia seemed uninterested. "Forget it, I can't afford it now."
Juniper was puzzled. "Because of Thomas, you had a fight with Robert?"
Ophelia didn't speak, silently confirming it.
After finishing their tasting, Juniper paid the bill, and the two walked out of the restaurant with their bags, wandering around the mall.
They passed by the Hermès counter.
Ophelia clearly couldn't move.
Juniper teased, "Let's go in and take a look. Even if you don't buy anything, it might cheer you up."
Ophelia was embarrassed. "I really don't have the money to spend right now."
Juniper linked arms with her and walked in. "The staff doesn't know if you have money or not. Looking is free."
After looking around, Ophelia fell in love with one.
A Mini-Kelly, in a tender yellow, made of crocodile skin, very beautiful.
Juniper said, "I remember you have one like this?"
"Not in this tender yellow color, and that one is regular leather, not as beautiful as this rare skin. It's a pity such a beautiful bag doesn't belong to me."
Ophelia looked regretful.
Juniper chuckled and teased, "So what now? Apologize to Mr. Brown?"
Ophelia rolled her eyes at her. "Are you really my friend? Encouraging me to surrender? I finally had the guts to give him back the card, and I've held out for almost a month this time."
Juniper stared at her inquisitively. "So, are you really determined to get a divorce this time?"
Ophelia felt overwhelmed. "I want to..."
"But you're afraid to?" Juniper voiced her thoughts.
Ophelia mocked herself. "If I get divorced, even my parents will become strangers. I'll truly be a lost soul. Robert's right; the bags I bought during our marriage aren't really mine."
"But... Juniper, it seems like only when I have these things do I feel a tiny bit of satisfaction."
Without love, having lots and lots of bags could provide some comfort.
But now, even that little bit of comfort was gone.
Juniper felt sorry for her. "Every time Robert has a scandal, you max out his card. Ophelia, do you really like bags, or are you subconsciously using this behavior to get back at him?"
Ophelia's lips trembled slightly.
She pursed them and retorted, "What dissatisfaction could I have? I just love buying bags. There's a room in Mission Hills Villa dedicated to displaying them. Every time I look at them, I feel great."
Juniper looked at her. "So you feel great because you spent a lot of his money?"
Ophelia responded emphatically.
Juniper was unimpressed. "So, should I buy you this Kelly bag you like?"
"It's too expensive."
"I'll buy it for you. Why don't you feel great about that and instead think of refusing me? So, is it possible that you don't really like buying bags? You just feel great because you think you're getting back at Robert by making him spend money?"
Ophelia was momentarily speechless.
She had previously consulted a psychologist about how to treat her intense materialism.
The psychologist's answer was—
"Ms. Perez, you lack love. Coupled with the ample financial support from your husband, you've developed a habit of seeking satisfaction through lavish spending. This is a difficult habit to break, and some people never do. This might be your life's challenge, one you need to spend a lifetime healing from."
While she was lost in thought, a store clerk approached.
The clerk immediately noticed the glacier white Birkin in Ophelia's hand, recognizing her as a target customer, and smiled. "Are you two interested in this tender yellow mini-Kelly? It's the only one in stock with silver hardware and crocodile skin. Are either of you our VIC?"
Juniper wasn't, but Ophelia was.
Ophelia was a high-tier VIC at Hermès, with annual spending in the millions of dollars, and didn't need to buy other items to get a bag.
But right now, this high-tier VIC was broke and couldn't afford it.
Ophelia was about to decline politely.
Suddenly, a woman's voice came through. "I'll take that bag."
Juniper and Ophelia looked over.
The woman was tall, with a great figure and good demeanor.
She raised her hand to remove her sunglasses and mask.
Ophelia recognized her immediately.
It was Riley, Robert's ex-girlfriend.
Riley clearly recognized her too and walked up to Ophelia, smiling. "Ms. Perez, what a coincidence to meet you here."
Her tone was provocative and not friendly.
Ophelia wasn't a pushover. She glanced at the tender yellow Kelly and smirked. "Ms. Clark, you have good taste. I was just looking at that bag too."
The Hermès clerk had seen this kind of scene many times.
The clerk smiled professionally. "Unfortunately, this color is the only one left in stock. Would you two like to discuss it? If you're both high-tier VICs, there's no need to buy other items."
The later customer was also holding a rare skin BK, but in smog blue.
They both seemed well-off, likely big clients.
The clerk loved watching these kinds of disputes over bags.
Juniper whispered to Ophelia, "If you really want it, I'll buy it for you first."
In front of Riley, they couldn't lose their momentum.
Ophelia didn't initially want to fight over the bag. After all, it was just a bag.
But Riley raised an eyebrow and said, "I heard you're divorcing Robert. This bag isn't cheap, even without buying other items. Ms. Perez, you should plan for your future. Bags are for those who can afford them."
She paused, then sneered. "Otherwise... even if you have it, you won't be able to keep it and will end up giving it away."
Riley was mocking her.
Ophelia sneered back and bluntly retorted, "Ms. Clark, are you talking about the bag or the man? If it's the bag, I want it. I saw it first; you have no right to take it. If it's the man, I believe Robert is still listed as my spouse. What happens in the future is none of your business, but if you're in such a hurry now, isn't that a bit shameless?"
Riley stared back at her without changing her expression. "Ms. Perez, sometimes people need to be sensible. Holding onto something that doesn't belong to you won't last. You can take the bag today. But as for Robert, you know better than anyone who he loves."
Ophelia smirked. "If Robert loves you so much, why didn't he marry you? How could he let you be the other woman? Your so-called true love isn't that great."
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