Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 680

Xenia had been absolutely furious at the time.

But instead of immediately exploding, she had kept her composure and said:

"My son loves Emilia. You don't need to call the Lane girl."

But Priscilla Quinn had pushed her luck.

"What does your son know?" Priscilla had sneered. "He's obviously been bewitched by that gold-digger. The fact that Tyler Erickson married her after her family went bankrupt proves she's manipulative. Xenia, you need to step up and control the situation. You can't let Theodore fall into her trap."

That was the final straw for Xenia.

"I adore her too," Xenia had fired back.

"Oh, why are you being so stubborn? What is so great about a secondhand woman?"

After that comment, Xenia had stormed out of the spa.

Priscilla was essentially calling both Xenia and her son idiots with terrible taste.

The more Xenia thought about it, the angrier she got. She was also terrified that Emilia might hear rumors about her being a 'wicked mother-in-law' who hated her. Worse, she was worried these gossiping socialites would start aggressively throwing other women at Theodore or Emilia just to cause drama. So, she drove straight to Glenn Manor, grabbed Emilia, and brought her back.

"Did you catch all that?" Xenia whispered.

Emilia nodded, though she was still unsure of what Xenia planned to do.

When she was married to Tyler, his mother hadn't actively bullied her, but she had never been warm, either.

Tyler's parents spent most of their time overseas managing international business, so they rarely interacted, and when they did, it was always painfully formal.

Emilia had never experienced someone fiercely going to bat for her like this.

"You don't need to do a single thing. I just brought you here to parade you around and prove my loyalty to you," Xenia said confidently. "Just hold your head high and act like you own the place."

Oh. So that was the plan.

"I would have barged in earlier, but I figured I'd give you a minute to put some clothes on," Xenia drawled lazily. She pulled Emilia over to the velvet sofa and gracefully took a seat.

Looking up at the terrified manager hovering in the doorway, Xenia ordered, "It's Emilia's first time here, so she's not familiar with the menu. I remember Skye gives an incredible facial. Is she free? Send her in to take care of Emilia."

"Yes, right away," the manager squeaked, immediately radioing for the aesthetician.

Xenia began flipping through a glossy spa catalog, showing it to Emilia while casually remarking, "My future daughter-in-law and I are going to have our spa day in this suite. So whoever is currently taking up space needs to leave."

"You!" Priscilla went red in the face, humiliated. "Xenia, I was doing this for your own good, and this is how you treat me?"

"For my own good?" Xenia sneered. "Such pretty words. I heard every single thing you said through the door. Still trying to play matchmaker? Have some class, Priscilla. My son already has a girlfriend."

Priscilla was furious. Realizing she couldn't win against Xenia, she turned her venom on Emilia. "Emilia, get the hell out if you know what's good for you!"

Emilia stared at her, utterly baffled.

Her?