Chapter 150 Playing The Victim
Despite the pain from her ankle injury, Belle rushed in front of Ross at lightning speed.
She took off her sunglasses and instantly burst into a fit of rage as she noticed that Natalie was standing beside him.
“Natalie… Ross! I can’t believe how shameless you guys are!” A sneer played on Belle’s face as she exclaimed, “Didn’t you guys say you’re just friends at Old Mr. Watsons’ birthday party yesterday? Well, then explain why both of you are here together!”
Ross shot a cold glare at Belle, whom he felt had no right to scream at Natalie.
He snapped, “You and I are over, Belle. I ended things with you last night.”
“What are you talking about?” Belle’s brows drew close as she snarled in response, “You of all people knew that the gift I prepared for Old Mr. Watsons was a goddess sculpture. I’m pretty sure that Natalie is the reason why my gift got swapped with a dead black cat. It has to be her!”
“Anything else you have to say?” Ross spat with a tone of indifference.
Belle pointed at Natalie while threatening angrily, “You two are so shameless… I’m going to expose your horrible acts at the Watsons residence right now-”
Before Belle could finish her words, Natalie landed a hard kick on the former’s ankle that had gotten injured earlier.
A piercing scream came from Belle’s lips as she fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
She muttered, “H-How dare you…”
“You’re right, Belle.” Natalie leaned in slightly and continued, “However, this is not the right time or place for you to lash out. Don’t you know where we are?”
Belle was infuriated. Her features twisted with rage as she glared at Natalie. “You set me up on purpose! You conspired with Ross to frame me at that birthday party!”
“Let’s see who was responsible for doing the actual framing, shall we?” Natalie raised a brow while flashing a vicious grin. She resumed, “We can hire an investigator to examine the any surveillance footage or even collect accounts from staff who handled the presents during the party. Maybe they saw who tried to swap your gift with the black cat’s body.”
Belle’s face paled at once. She struggled but failed to stand because of her wounded ankle. “You won’t get away with this, Natalie. I’ll make sure-”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Natalie replied coldly. “I’d be burning in hell’s fiery pit and deeply regretting my actions by now if your threats actually worked.”
Natalie could not care less about Belle, who kept playing the victim, even when circumstances did not favor the latter.
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