Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1274

"I don't want your money!" Jimmie's handsome face tightened in sheer exasperation.

"Oh, okay." Luella breathed a sigh of relief and pulled up her QR code.

Jimmie scanned it, sent the request, and then just stood there, staring at her.

"?" Luella blinked, staring right back.

"Accept it," Jimmie finally said, his tone flat.

"Oh right." Luella tapped the button, casually changing his contact name to 'Pretty Boy'.

Jimmie's face darkened instantly.

Surprisingly, he didn't lecture her. Instead, his tone grew heavy. "No matter how you plan to deal with your sister, make sure you protect yourself first."

"Hmm?" Luella stiffened slightly, looking up at him with deep eyes.

"I've seen the news. The Executive Chief is a ruthless man." Jimmie didn't spell it out completely, simply offering a veiled warning. "You know what I mean."

"Are you... caring about me?" Luella's eyelashes fluttered in genuine surprise. "Seriously?"

*Did the sun rise in the west?*

"No," Jimmie shot back testily. He turned to Clark. "Let's go."

"Right away!" Clark eagerly pulled out his own phone. "Mr. Langley, do you mind if I add you too? Your driving was insane, I'd love to get some tips from you."

"Sure thing." Luella offered her code, completely relaxed. "Go ahead."

"I'll send it to you," Jimmie snapped impatiently, grabbing Clark by the collar and dragging him toward their car.

"Ah, hey, hey—!" Clark sputtered as he was practically choke-held and forced to walk backward.

Luella: "?"

In the car.

The moment Clark sat down, he eagerly asked, "Jimmie, could you forward that contact—"

"My phone is dead." Jimmie crossed his arms over his chest, closed his eyes, and radiated an aura of absolute unapproachability.

"Huh?" Clark hesitated. "But when you were adding Mr. Langley, I thought I saw a full battery."

"You saw wrong," Jimmie lied smoothly, not batting an eye.

Luella understood immediately. She bypassed the mess and headed straight up the stairs.

"Luella, what do you think you're doing?!" Yvonne was terrified and started to chase after her, but she remembered how violent Luella could be. She couldn't reason with her, and she certainly couldn't fight her.

She stopped in her tracks, her voice turning shrill. "Call the Executive Chief right now! Someone's going to get killed in this house!"

On the second floor.

Esme had just finished her shower and was leisurely applying a face mask, her phone on speaker on the vanity.

"So? Is Jimmie crippled?"

"Miss," a panicked voice came through the phone. "T-The young master suddenly appeared and rammed my car. He said... he said he's coming back to deal with you."

*Luella?*

*Why is it always her?!*

Before Esme could even process the news, her bedroom door was kicked open. Luella walked in, her face like a sheet of ice.

"Who said you could come in here?" Esme ripped off her mask, putting on a haughty front. "Get out!"