The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Scuffle With a Loafer

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Cassia frowned, thinking, This really is a smoky, lawless underground plaza–anyone can slip in.

Still, she kept her voice pleasant. “Sir, in this situation, shouldn’t

“Should I? What situation?

you lift your foot?”

Cassia took in the man’s view; clothes neat enough to pass, but the air of a loafer clung to him.

You can’t hide a person’s bearing–only someone truly cultivated as if they’re a quiet noble could fit well in a threadbare shirt.

Street trash, on the other hand, looks filthy no matter how much designer clothes they drape

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Probably another poser trying to look rich, she thought.

The man grinned, spreading his hands, his expression begging for a slap.

If this wasn’t deliberate needling, Cassia wouldn’t believe it—but in public, she didn’t want to throw hands.

“You’re standing on my dress,” she said again, blinking once with patience.

If she had to say it a third time, she’d be out of patience–then he’d have only himself to blame when she lost her temper in front of everyone.

“Oh, I know. So what?”

One glance told him the gown cost a fortune. Damn it–wearing something that pricey in front of him was basically mocking him, right?

He was broke, lazy, and obsessed with saving face. He’d pulled strings to learn about this stone meet and wasn’t about to miss a once–in–a–lifetime shot.

If he struck it rich tonight, he’d never take orders again–everything he wanted, he’d have- marry rich and pretty, and live the dream.

At first, he’d stepped on the hem by accident. But the moment he clocked the quality, resentment flared–he wanted to grind that fabric under his heel until it was grimy.

So, he hated the rich, and he was jealous–so what? The girl looked delicate and alone, and he had a buddy. What could she do?

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Chapter 89 Scuffle With a Loafer

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He twisted the leg that was pinning the gown; the rental shoe on his foot smeared and scraped over Cassia’s skirt again.

“Wearing that in a place like this? Getting stepped on is what you deserve.”

Cassia sank into silence.

Cassia’s face went cold. Her fox eyes sharpened, a polar frost cutting straight at the man.

“I’ll give you one chance. Move your foot. I’ll only say it once.”

“Uh…”

Her words hit like a crack of thunder–and the sudden chill rolling off her rattled him worse.

She looked like a high–schooler, for god’s sake. How could a little girl carry a presence like that?

But then he remembered his buddy beside him. She was just a kid–nothing to fear.

A skinny woman taking down two big men? Even if she dared, could she?

His swagger returned. He squinted down at Cassia–half a head shorter–smirked, and set his right hand on her hair, even gave it a rub.

“Ha. Little one, how old are you? This isn’t your playground. Run home to mommy for milk.”

That did it. Cassia snapped her right arm up, clamped his wrist, eyes dropping half a shade as she planted her feet.

Twist, draw, lever–clean as a whistle-

“Argh!”

In a single seamless motion, she flipped him square on his back, stars bursting behind his eyes, limbs splayed.

The commotion turned heads. People drifted closer, curious.

“What happened?”

“What’s going on?”

“Looks like a girl tossed that guy.”

“Huh? How? He’s huge!”

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Chapter 89 Scuffle With a Loafer

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