When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 745

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At Lemira’s words, Evelina’s face turned an ugly shade of green with fury.

She absolutely refused to kneel.

Lemira reclined on the sofa, a slight smirk on her lips. “So? Not a bad deal, right?”

But Evelina turned to Evander, seeking his support. “Evander, are you seeing this?”

Lemira cut in coldly, “You’re going to have to kneel and pay respects to my mom and dad when you marry Evander anyway. Why not get it over with now?”

Lucian nodded in agreement. “Lemira’s right. You’ll have to do it eventually, so it doesn’t matter if it’s now.”

At this, Evelina burst into tears. “But I don’t want to kneel now!”

Lucian’s expression hardened. “Then forget about this dress. The other wedding gowns should be fine.”

Lemira glanced at the sales associate. “Take the dress back.”

“Wait!” Evelina cried, stopping the associate. She was shaking with anger. If she had to wear a generic rental dress tonight, she’d be an absolute laughingstock. Losing face here was nothing compared to being the butt of high society’s jokes this evening.

Gritting her teeth, Evelina forced out, “Fine, I’ll kneel!”

Watching Evelina head upstairs, Lemira picked up the dress and followed. When Evelina knelt, Lemira handed her the dress and said, “Remember, when you bow, do it with some real effort.”

Reluctantly, Evelina got down on her knees and bowed her head three times.

Seeing this, Lemira finally felt a rush of satisfaction—at least the woman who’d wronged her was now kneeling before her.

Evelina quickly scrambled to her feet and marched over to Lemira, holding out her hand. “I did what you asked. Give me the dress.”

Lemira looked her up and down with obvious scorn. “You really are willing to go to any lengths, aren’t you?”

Clearly, brand-name luxury meant more to Evelina than her pride.

Without hesitation, Lemira glanced at the dress in her hands and, relying on her own strength, tore it apart.

Evelina’s face turned beet red, her voice rising to a shriek. “Lemira, you said you’d give me the dress! You’re going back on your word!”

But Lemira had already ripped the dress to shreds.

She tossed the ruined gown at Evelina’s feet. “Here you go. I gave it to you. I never broke my promise.”

“But how am I supposed to wear this?” Evelina cried.

“I never said I’d give you a wearable dress. If you misunderstood me, that’s on you, not me.”

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