Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 595

Stella had been happily watching the drama unfold, never expecting the crosshairs to snap back onto her so quickly.

She looked up at Julius, her lower lip trembling pitifully, looking as if she were on the absolute verge of tears. To anyone watching, she looked like the most profoundly wronged woman in the world.

But under the cover of his jacket, her fingers were pinching the skin at his waist.

Since her goal tonight was to say as little as possible and play the victim, she was sticking to the script.

She knew that if she opened her mouth, she'd start swearing, and if swearing wasn't enough, she'd start throwing hands—and that would completely ruin her flawless 'innocent fragile flower' aesthetic.

With Nadine backing her up, Julius controlling the room, and Jason acting as her personal attack dog, she wasn't worried about losing this fight in the slightest.

Julius took a sharp breath, his arm tightening around her waist as he caught her mischievous hand. Enduring the sharp pinch, he looked down at her.

His eyes practically screamed: *Have mercy, that hurts!*

But since his wife wanted to put on a show tonight, he had no choice but to play along.

Julius turned his icy gaze to Yasmin. "Since when is it your place to decide whether my wife is fit to be the CEO's wife?"

He continued, "My grandmother is perfectly thrilled with my wife. If she hasn't said a word, what gives you the right? Do you think you outrank my grandmother now, Yasmin? Do you think you can dictate my life?"

"I..."

Being publicly dressed down so ruthlessly by someone from a younger generation instantly stripped Yasmin of her pride. She was left speechless.

"Julius, I didn't mean that. I would never try to dictate your life!"

She hadn't expected Julius to react so violently. As an elder, wasn't she allowed to criticize his wife just a little bit?

Stella was practically dying of laughter on the inside.

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