The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Nathaniel, Miss York Says She’s Your ’Good Brother

Mrs. York also laughed. "It’s not good to lie. Just as I’d expect from someone raised in the countryside—you’ll do anything to save face."

Estelle Lockwood looked up calmly. "Doesn’t Mrs. York know the manager? You could just ask and find out."

Mrs. York and Thea York exchanged a look, their expressions turning ugly.

’Why is Estelle Lockwood so confident? Could this shop really be hers?!’

Mrs. York reluctantly did a search. When she saw Estelle Lockwood’s name was indeed on the list of shareholders, her expression became one of resentful anger.

Thea York composed herself, putting on a surprised and concerned expression. "Estelle... I remember you weren’t the owner of this shop before. Did you just buy it?"

Estelle Lockwood offered a faint, unreadable smile.

Seeing more and more customers arriving, Thea York bit her lip gently. "A shop like this must cost tens of millions to acquire. Estelle, how could you come up with that much money all at once? Or... did you use Nathaniel’s money...?"

All eyes turned to Thea York.

Thea York maintained a look of pure concern. "Estelle, everyone was just trying to be kind earlier, to remind you that this man is nothing but a con artist."

"But I never thought that not only would you be ungrateful, you’d even spend Nathaniel’s money just to get even on this man’s behalf... How could you do this to Nathaniel?"

Mrs. Keaton snapped back to reality and immediately raised her voice, pointing accusingly. "Estelle Lockwood, does your husband know you’re using his money to keep another man?!"

Mori’s head snapped up.

Mrs. Keaton acted as if she was on the moral high ground. "The Sloan Family already looks down on you. If you ask me, how is someone like you fit to be married to Nathaniel!"

Thea York said with feigned concern, "Estelle, we can pretend we didn’t see anything this time, but you can’t keep going on like this..."

"As your husband’s good bro, I can’t tolerate you cheating on him. How about this: you break up with this man right now, and I’ll pretend I never saw a thing."

"Estelle, don’t blame me for being blunt, but the truth is, a lot of people feel you aren’t good enough for Nathaniel. Even the Sloan Family is intent on you two getting a divorce... If a scandal about you breaks out now, what are you going to do?"

Enzo Kendrick was dumbfounded.

’He’d already told these women that there would be serious consequences if they kept running their mouths, but they just wouldn’t listen!’

’Now he’d even been branded as Estelle’s ’lover’!’

Estelle Lockwood looked up, her eyes cold as her lips curved into a smirk.

’They pretend they’re trying to help me, but every single word is designed to say I’m unworthy, that I’m happy to debase myself.’

"If you know you’re being harsh, then shut up." Estelle Lockwood suddenly spotted a figure outside the door and slowly raised her eyes. "Or is it, Miss York, that you think no one knows what you’re really up to?"

The rims of Thea York’s eyes turned red.

Mrs. Keaton, desperate to curry favor with the Yorks, immediately started railing at Estelle Lockwood. "Thea was just giving you some kind advice! What’s with this attitude?! You’re not ashamed, are you? Fine! Then I’ll tell everyone you’ve been unfaithful, that you’re cheating on Mr. Sloan!"

"Everyone, come look! This woman is spending her husband’s money on a lover! She’s shameless, unrepentant! Let’s make her famous—"

"And is it not shameful for the lot of you to corner my wife here?"

Suddenly, a frigid male voice cut through the air.

Nathaniel Sloan’s expression was indifferent, his presence imposing without any outward sign of anger. His icy gaze swept over Thea York before he looked away, not bothering to spare her a second glance.

Thea York subconsciously clenched her fists, her heart sinking.

But she was the Heiress of the Yorks, after all, and fancied herself Nathaniel Sloan’s ’good bro.’ So, she immediately put on a chummy facade and stepped forward, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

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