Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 366

Two hours had passed, and Maisie and Farley, laden with bags of all sizes, emerged from the mall.

Suddenly—

Maisie gasped, "Oh no! I forgot to buy a necklace! Let's hustle back...”

Farley, his arms already overloaded and legs nearly giving out from fatigue, protested, “Mom, can we just call it a day? Look at all this stuff we're carrying. Going back and forth will be the death of me.”

“But…” Maisie frowned, but with her hands full, she indeed found it inconvenient.

Her eyes quickly shifted and landed on the necklace adorning Beverley's neck.

“Hey? Your necklace looks decent enough, give it to me. You can just buy another one.”

Beverley was in shock, her eyes wide open.

Her necklace was a limited edition from Cartier, which she had waited four months and spent a small fortune to acquire.

Who did she think she was, demanding it just like that?! How entitled must one be to even make such a request?!

Maisie's eyebrows arched in indignation, “What's with that look? It's just a necklace, not your life! Besides, I'm not even complaining that you wore it. I'm generously offering you a chance to buy a new one, and you're ungrateful?”

“Fine, if you're too attached to it, forget it. I thought we could have a proper conversation and resolve this quickly, but it seems your sincerity is as tiny as a sesame seed. Alright then, let's just drag this out. I'm not in a hurry.”

Then, turning to Farley, “Oh, and son, let's repost that video when we get back.”

In just a few sentences, she masterfully played the card of retreat as advance, subtly threatening and intimidating.

Beverley's face turned steely. She wanted to tell them to get lost but remembered Naylor's warning.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm her rising anger, she reluctantly took off her necklace and handed it over.

“There, isn't that better? You're a lady of stature, what's wrong with being a bit generous?”

Maisie immediately put it on, “Son, does it look good?”

Farley chuckled, “Looks great, better than anyone.”

The “anyone” was clearly a dig at Beverley.

“I'm warning you, don't push your luck! Everyone's patience has its limits!”