My Husband Froze My Card on My Birthday novel Chapter 58

What a joke.

That kind of line used to be something the Black Viper Syndicate said to others.

And now it was being thrown in my face?

I chuckled coldly and narrowed my eyes.

“You really think you’re somebody just because you’re hiding behind Charles Whitmore? I bet he wouldn’t say something that stupid. So who the hell are you?”

“What the fuck?!”

“Yes, I mean you’re stupid.”

“You,bitch!”

She raised her hand to slap me, but I dodged, and she fell flat on the floor.

“Wow, Bianca. One harsh sentence and you go full performance mode with a faceplant? Thanks for

the commitment.”

She scrambled up and pointed at me, seething. “You’ll regret this!”

I said flatly, “If you don’t clean that mouth, I might just help you do it.”

My dad had made sure I was trained by some of the best martial arts instructors in the country.

Women like Bianca? I could take three of her with one hand.

She faltered under my glare and fell quiet.

More and more people had gathered around to gawk

I wasn’t interested in putting on a show for strangers.

I picked up my card from the ground, bought the bag, and turned to leave.

But Bianca blocked me again.

That was her last chance.

I raised my foot, fully intending to kick her out of my way.

“Stop!”

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Aderpinale core rang out behind me.

Bianca instantly put on a pitiful face and ran over

“Mt. Whitmore, thank God you’re here. She’s been Bullying me this whole time…”

Iturned around, and yeah, okay, I understood why diy dad said I’d like this guy.

Broad shoulders, long legs, sharp jawline.

He looked like a damn hunk.

Fine. I’d give him one more chance. For the face.

I offered him a pleasant smile. “Mr. Whitmore? I’m Evelyn Black, your arranged date today. I’m sure your father mentioned me?”

Charles Whitmore’s dad used to be a nobody under my father’s command.

It was only because my dad saw potential in his business mind that the Whitmore family got where

they are now.

Charles gave me a once–over, top to bottom, and sneered.

“Twenty–eight and still a virgin? Sorry, not my type.”

His words hit like a slap.

So being twenty–eight automatically made me old?

I had standards, dignity, self–control.

And this was what I got?

“Did you eat shit before you came here? Or you’re born with a filthy mouth? What about your basic manners?”

His face darkened. “Manners? For someone like you?”

“I don’t care what you did to make my father set me up with you. I’m never marrying some

backwater hick like you.”

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ly mug, you really

Bianca looped her arm through his and gave me a smug smirk. “With that ugly

think you’re good enough for a man like Charles?”

The crowd jumped in immediately.

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“Look at her outfit,probably worth less than a hund

“And she wants to marry Charles Whitmore? Dream

“She’s just a desperate spinster. Somebody throw

I wasn’t a world–class beauty, sure, but I was far fre

Yet here they were, saying I was some ugly spinster

This world really did bend over backward for men.

I crossed my arms and said coldly, “I would never e

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it wasn’t just that I didn’t like Charles, I planned to report his sorry ass to Harold Whitmore and make sure he got a proper scolding from the old man.

I turned on my heel, not wasting another second on his disgusting couple.

But Bianca Sterling wasn’t done.

She grabbed the bag I’d just bought.

“You want to leave, bitch? Leave the bag behind.”

Seriously? You’re robbing me now?

I yanked her wrist with force.

She let out a sharp cry, and the bag slipped from her grip and landed back in my hand.

“I’ve never lost anything I set my eyes on. And I’m not about to start now.”

Tears welled in Bianca’s eyes as she turned to Charles. “Mr. Whitmore, she’s bullying me! You can’t just stand there!”

I slapped her across the face.

“Say that word one more time and I’ll tear that filthy mouth right off your face.”

Some people just don’t learn until they’ve been taught with pain.

Bianca froze for a moment, then stumbled behind Charles, sobbing non–stop.

Charles pulled her into his arms protectively and glared at me.

“You laid a hand on my woman? You’re done.”

He barked at the bodyguards behind him. “Grab her. Teach that lunatic a lesson!”

I could handle myself, but I was outnumbered. I was quickly restrained by Charles’s private

security.

Bianca strutted up, high on power, and slapped me twice.

The pain burst across my cheek, my lip splitting with blood.

She flexed her wrist smugly. “You slapped me? I’ll make it a hundred times back.”