Billionaire And His Son Betrayed Me: Brothers Back Me Up novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

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Tessa was dressed in a red gown with a cinched waist that perfectly hugged her curves, showing off her dancer’s sexy, supple figure to perfection.

She glanced at the hall Xylia had just exited, the corners of her lips curving into a faint smile. “I heard this is a designer’s networking event. Are you here to attend, Xylia?”

Josie glanced at Xylia. “That’s your friend?”

Xylia looked over at Josie. “Don’t you have something to take care of? Go ahead. I’ll treat you to dinner when you’re free,” she said.

Josie nodded with a smile. “Alright, I’m off then.”

After Josie left. Xylia turned her attention to the two of them. Her gaze landed on Connor’s hand resting on Tessa’s waist, and she smirked indifferently, “If I’m not here for the networking event, am I here to dance?”

As soon as Xylia looked over, Connor dropped his arm from around Tessa’s waist.

For some reason, ever since Tessa told him how she felt, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was betraying Xylia. But there was no way he could just leave Tessa behind.

Hearing Xylia’s words, he instinctively frowned. “Do you have to be so snarky all the time? Tessa’s your sister, not your enemy,” he said.

Tessa deliberately put on her best wounded look. “Xylia, your leg injury wasn’t

wasn’t my fault. You got punished for your own hit–and–run, and you can’t dance anymore. Stop throwing shade at me, okay?” she said.

“Besides, I’m just looking out for you. You’ve never been in the de fool of yourself by just jumping in,” she added.

orld before. I’m worried you’ll make a

Some of the designers who were still near the exit caught Tessa’s words as they were leaving. Now, I they looked at Xylia was different.

Xylia turned to Connor. “Tell her who really caused the hit–and–run.”

Connor looked away, dodging her eyes. He knew perfectly well that Tessa was behind the hit–and–run.

way

But Tessa had fought tooth and nail to become the lead dancer; if word got out, her whole future would be trashed.

Xylia was different. They were married, and even if she couldn’t dance anymore, he’d make sure she lived like a queen, no matter what.

He frowned at Xylia, deliberately steering the conversation away. “Xylia, can’t you just see where you stand? You’re just a housewife who’s never even tried your hand at art, and you think you belong at some fancy designer event?

“How did you even manage to sneak in here? Don’t you think you’ve embarrassed yourself enough already?”

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Xylia never really expected Connor to say anything good about her. But hearing him belittle her so bluntly still hurt more than she wanted to admit.

She didn’t see the point in arguing with someone so hopeless, so she turned around and walked away.

“Oh. Xylia.” Tessa suddenly lunged forward and seized Xylia’s hand. She gripped Xylia’s arm tightly, her nails pressed right against her skin.

She leaned in so close that only Xylia could hear her whisper.

“Xylia, I stole your fiance. I snatched your lead dancer spot, and trust me. I can take your husband, too. You took eighteen years of my good life, so now, anything that’s yours, I’ll make it mine,” “Tessa hissed.

Suddenly, Tessa sank her nails deep into Xylia’s skin. Xylia flinched from the pain and instinctively shook Tessa off

“Ah.” Tessa suddenly screamed, staggered to the side, and fell to the floor. “My foot.”

Connor hurried over and helped Tessa to her feet.

Tessa’s face was pale as she shot Xylia a wounded, pitiful look. “Xylia, even if you hate me, you can’t destroy my foot like this. How am I supposed to dance ever again?” Tessa cried, her voice trembling-

Connor glared at Xylia, his eyes blazing with anger. “Xylia, how could you be so vicious? Tessa’s your you even care that you might ruin her whole life with this?” he shouted.

sister. Do

He didn’t have time to deal with Xylia. He scooped Tessa up in his arms and rushed out of the venue. Over his shoulder, he threw back, “We’ll settle this later.”

Not far away, a bunch of reporters who’d been invited to the event saw everything go down. They instantly rushed over, cameras flashing like crazy as they started snapping photos of Xylia.

“I know you. You’re Xylia Schultz, the one involved in that hit–and–run four months back.

“You used to be a top dancer, but after you got injured in prison, you can’t dance anymore, right? Is that why

you!

tried to hurt Xylia out of jealousy?” one reporter shouted.

“Ms. Schultz, I heard the family of the person you killed in that accident left Jupiton. Was it your family that drove them away?” another reporter pressed.

“Ms. Schultz, you killed someone and still have the nerve to show off like this. Is it because you’ve got the Schultz and Ford families covering for you that you think you’re untouchable?” a third reporter chimed in.

The reporters at events like this were always aggressive with their questions.

Xylia kept backing away, but the reporters were like dogs with a bone, refusing to let go as they closed in and surrounded her.

“I’m not the one who ran that person over, Xylia blurted out, her voice shaky as she tried to defend herself.

“The police already convicted you. Are you saying they got it wrong. Ms. Schultz?” one reporter shot back.

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Xylia’s protest died on her lips.

Some of the designers who hadn’t left yet hung back on the sidelines, watching the drama unfold with

interest.

They’d just been wowed by Xylia’s talent at the networking event, thinking she was the next big thing in the design world.

But now, they couldn’t believe she was actually so mean and jealous–hearted.

Not only did she bully her own sister in front of everyone, but she’d even gone to jail for a hit–and–run–and then used her family’s power to drive the victim’s family out of Jupiton.

People were convinced that someone like her could only get into an event like this if she had some powerful connections pulling strings for her.

Was it Mr. Quezada from Quezada & Co. Apparel Design? Or maybe Mr. Garcia from Garcia Group?‘ they wondered.

Designers exchanged whispers, their eyes filled with growing contempt for Xylia.

Xylia was cornered for ages, microphones jammed right up against her as the reporters kept firing questions. She was totally on her own, completely lost on what to do next.

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