Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1265

"Oh, and I secretly saved a bunch of good snacks for you. They're all hidden in my room."

"Eat them yourself." Luella pried his hands off her. Just as she was about to walk away, a shrill voice shattered the moment.

"Jared, what are you doing over here?"

Luella glanced over to see Yvonne, dressed to the nines in head-to-toe luxury, rushing toward them in her designer heels.

"Get over here!"

Yvonne yanked Jared behind her, glaring at Luella with intense suspicion. Her voice was razor-sharp. "Luella, what were you just trying to do to my son?"

"You're insane." Luella couldn't be bothered to engage and turned to leave.

"I asked you a question." Yvonne grabbed Luella's arm, pressing aggressively. "Don't think I don't know what you're scheming. If you dare lay a finger on my son, I'll—"

"You'll what?" Luella stopped, slowly turning back around. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she looked the woman up and down with a lazy, mocking smile. "You'll kill me?"

"I—"

Yvonne opened her mouth to speak, but was immediately cut off.

"You probably can't kill me," Luella said, the faint smile remaining on her lips, her tone dripping with contempt. "If you could, how would I still be standing here breathing down your neck?"

"Or better yet, you *wouldn't dare* kill me."

Luella took a step forward, and Yvonne instinctively took a step back in fear.

"If I die, your lives will turn to hell. Your precious son would be eaten alive by the wolves constantly eyeing the Chief's seat."

Why would she ever destroy her own human shield? The perfect tool for clearing away her son's obstacles.

Yvonne's face twisted, unable to form a rebuttal. She hadn't seen this wretched girl in a while, but she realized Luella had only grown more arrogant and suffocatingly dark. God only knew what kind of trash she was hanging around outside to pick up such a vulgar, aggressive aura. She talked and walked like a street thug.

Where was the refinement expected of the Executive Chief's son?

A future heir?

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