Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 681

Emilia thought about it and shook her head.

"Xenia and I already agreed to get our facials done here together," Emilia said, her tone unhurried and perfectly composed.

Xenia was visibly thrilled with Emilia's response. She stood her ground—neither arrogant nor submissive, just perfectly poised.

"You don't even have the right to be here, do you understand?!" Priscilla snapped, her face flushed with fury. "I have never seen a woman as shameless as you. First, you clung to Tyler, and now you are throwing yourself at Theodore. That is the only trick women from your low-class background know!"

Xenia looked ready to explode.

Emilia frowned slightly, but before Xenia could fire back, she spoke up.

"Ms. Quinn, was it?" Emilia said smoothly. "Five minutes ago, we were complete strangers. I have no idea where this intense malice is coming from."

"My relationship with Tyler was a legitimate romance that led to a legitimate marriage, and eventually, a legitimate divorce. As for Theodore, we got together well after Tyler and I separated. I have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of regarding either relationship."

"And as for your comment about my 'low-class background'..."

Emilia smiled, lifting her gaze to meet Priscilla's eyes directly.

She did not say anything right away. She just looked at her.

Her dark eyes were perfectly calm, utterly devoid of panic.

Yet, that silent, unwavering stare radiated an intimidating authority.

Priscilla faltered.

The corners of Emilia's lips curved upward. "It is true that the Dennis family's fortunes have declined, and we are no longer at the top of the social ladder. But I firmly believe that a person's worth is not determined by their wealth."

"I live my life with integrity, and I will not accept your baseless slander."

"I expect an apology."

Emilia did not raise her voice. To an outsider, it looked like they were having a casual chat.

But her underlying message was razor-sharp.

It took Priscilla a few seconds to process Emilia's final demand. When she did, her shock morphed into utter indignation.

"Friends?" Xenia laughed out loud.

"What kind of friend uses my exclusive perks while dragging my daughter-in-law's name through the mud, all while trying to play matchmaker for the Miller family?" Xenia did not hold back. "Exactly how much of a payout did the Millers promise you?"

"Get the hell out. I am getting a facial with my daughter-in-law, and you are taking up my space." Xenia turned to the spa manager hovering nearby. "If I recall correctly, this is my private room?"

The manager nodded eagerly and turned to Priscilla. "I am sorry, ma'am. I must ask you to leave."

"H-How can you speak to me like this?!" Priscilla sputtered, but no one paid her any attention.

"You will regret this!"

Priscilla glared fiercely at Emilia.

"Just you wait!"

She snatched up her designer handbag and stormed toward the door.

Just as she reached the exit, Xenia chimed in. "Oh, by the way, switch us to a different room. I do not want to use this one anymore. It feels contaminated."