Revenge Looks Good on Me (Amelia and Sebastian) novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156 Jealousy in the Air

Seriously? I went abroad for a few years and my best friend turns into a total fan–girl? Give me a break.

Amelia rolled her eyes and reached for her phone. “Stop being annoying and give it back.”

“Nope! Catch me if you can!”

Sebastian arrived at the restaurant in a state of suppressed panic, only to see Amelia “flirting” with that pretty–boy on the second floor through the glass.

It felt like a massive stone was crushing his chest, making every breath a struggle; he slammed his fist against the steering wheel, a murderous glint flashing in his

eyes.

He threw the door open, stepped out, and stormed into the restaurant, heading straight for the second floor.

The manager, having a sharp eye for power, recognized Sebastian immediately and rushed over with a nervous, fawning smile.

‘Mr. Sterling, what a surprise! If we’d known you were coming, we would have cleared the best table for you.”

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Sebastian’s face was like thunder, his sharp gaze cutting through the room until it locked onto Amelia.

‘Not necessary,” he clipped out coldly. “I’m looking for someone.”

The manager froze, his mind racing. Looking for someone? Who on earth could be important enough for Sebastian Sterling to hunt down personally?

Just as Amelia was about to redial Sebastian’s number, a tall, imposing figure sat down directly across from her; at that exact moment, her phone began to ring.

Amelia blinked in surprise. “Sebastian? How did you even find me here?”

What was he doing here? Was he just passing through on a business trip?

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Predictably, the man couldn’t bring himself to admit he’d come looking for her, so he kept his expression icy and asked, “I was just passing by and saw you dining with another man. Where is he?”

Amelia hung up her phone, tossed it on the table, and let a playful, mischievous smirk tug at her lips.

“So, you have an agenda today. Coming to catch me in the act?”

At her teasing, Sebastian’s face grew even darker; he didn’t say a word, his freezing gaze fixed on her as the temperature around them plummeted.

Amelia knew the man was actually livid; if she kept pushing his buttons, she might not be able to fix this.

She opened her mouth to explain, but then that walking plague, Chloe Morgan, came scurrying over. “Seb! That low–life ran away the second he saw you coming!”

“Chloe, would you do the world a favor and shut your mouth?”

Seeing her made Amelia’s blood boil, and her tone didn’t hide it.

Chloe thought she finally had the upper hand, her face twisting into a triumphant, mocking sneer. “Amelia, you’re engaged to my cousin. Having secret trysts with some random guy is disgusting. You’re honestly shameless.”

“Who are you calling shameless!” Amelia slammed her hand on the table and stood up; the sheer force of her aura caused Chloe to choke on her own spit, unable to finish her sentence.

She took a trembling step back and looked at Sebastian with a fake, tearful pout. “Seb, look at her… she gets caught cheating and she’s still this aggressive…”

“Get out,” Sebastian said, his voice flat and dangerous, the words cutting through the air like a blade.

Chloe felt like she’d been slapped; she thought she was looking out for him, and he told her to get out?

“Seb-”

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“I won’t say it twice,” Sebastian cut her off.

Chloe bit her lip, her face burning with humiliation; she shot Amelia a hateful glare before spinning on her heels and stomping away.

It didn’t matter. Amelia’s cheating was a fact–she had the photos of that man, so there was no lying her way out of it. Now she just had to see how Sebastian would handle her!

Back at the table, Sebastian and Amelia sat across from each other, neither in a good mood; the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“So, Sebastian, you really are here to catch a cheater. And he was tipped off by Chloe, no less.”

Amelia’s light tone was laced with sarcasm, a subtle way of letting Sebastian know that she was just as pissed off as he was.

The high–and–mighty man simply snapped his fingers; the manager, who had been watching nervously from the shadows, scurried over and bowed low. “Mr. Sterling, how can I help you?”

“Clear this trash. Bring a fresh menu.”

“Yes, sir! Right away, sir!”

The manager immediately ordered the kitchen to drop everything else and prepare the restaurant’s signature dishes for Sebastian.

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