When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 709

Once outside, Lemira turned her head and glanced at Orion.

He lowered his gaze. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Is that really how you talk to them?” Lemira’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

His tone was cold. “What’s wrong with that? I’m just telling the truth. It’s not their place to question me.”

Lemira regarded him. “But that woman is your mother’s best friend. Aren’t you worried your mother will give you a hard time about it later?”

“Are you worried about me?”

Lemira looked away. “Why would I be worried about you? Mind your own business.”

Once they got in the car, Orion was on the phone the entire time, switching back and forth between English and German.

Lemira listened from the side, and after Orion finally hung up, she asked, “Business trip coming up?”

“How did you know?”

“I overheard you on the phone. You were talking so loudly, I couldn’t help but hear.”

Lemira spoke openly, then glanced out the window. “We’re here. You should get some rest, too.”

She finished and immediately opened the car door to get out. Suddenly, Orion called out, “Take this.”

He handed her a shopping bag. Lemira glanced down—it was from a luxury brand.

“There’s scar cream in there, too.”

Before Lemira could say anything, Orion was already gone.

She took a look inside and found a limited-edition black and gold Chanel handbag—a very stylish piece.

Lemira couldn’t help but laugh and shake her head as she carried the bag back to her dorm.

But just as she left, someone emerged from the shadows, phone in hand, snapping a photo of Lemira stepping out of the luxury car and receiving the gift.

Well, well. That’s going to be big news.

Back in her dorm, Lemira set the bag on her desk. “I’m not coming back tonight. I need to go to the Langston estate.”

Evelina’s expression froze when she saw Lemira. *Why did that witch come back?*

Not wanting the reporters to catch anything unfavorable, Evelina quickly said, “That’s all for today’s shoot. Thank you, everyone, for your hard work.”

“Plagiarized products and a made-up love story. Truly a match made in heaven,” Lemira remarked.

A reporter turned to her. “Ma’am, what do you mean by that?”

“Exactly what I said. The Langston Group’s prototypes are plagiarized, and even their love story is staged—a performance for you all.”

The female reporter pointed at Lemira indignantly. “Who do you think you are? This is private property, how did you even get in?”

“This is my home. The gate code is my birthday. How else do you think I got in?”

Lemira looked straight at the reporter. “I am the real Ms. Langston. That woman is just an adopted impostor.”

Evelina gritted her teeth in anger, but she couldn’t lash out for fear of bad press.