The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49 Scam Artist

“Are you Raylee Goodridge? Damn, I thought it was some blind fool, but it’s you. Did you see my car and deliberately run out to blackmail me by staging an accident?”

The woman continued to rant arrogantly.

Under the dim light, it was only then that Raylee managed to get a clear look at the female driver’s appearance.

It was none other than Shanice!

No wonder the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Raylee had no intention of engaging with her and wanted to retrieve her shoe instead. However, due to a twisted ankle, she barely made it out of the greenbelt before she stumbled and fell again.

“Well, well. You can’t even walk properly now, can you? Are you planning to play the victim card? Just tell me, how much money do you want?”

“Shanice was brimming with arrogance. She crouched down, but not to help Raylee. Instead, she patted Raylee’s face, her

voice dripping with conceit as she went on, “I’m loaded, so I can afford whatever number you give. I can even buy your life!”

The onlookers who witnessed this scene all felt a sense of injustice on behalf of Raylee.

However, once people noticed the expensive car Shanice drove and her high–handed attitude, no one dared to cross her. Her airs of a privileged lady and her reckless arrogance made her an intimidating figure.

At that moment, a black sports car pulled over to the side of the road.

Casimir hurriedly got out of the car and walked over, with Waverly closely following behind him,

“What happened?” asked Casimir.

“I ran into a scam artist!” Shanice huffed in annoyance. “What a buzzkill. This woman completely ruined the mood of a perfectly good Christmas party!”

Raylee lifted her gaze, looking at her with annoyance and anger.

“Firstly, you ran a red light, so you were in the wrong first. Secondly, I had no idea this was your car, and I didn’t swindle out of a single penny. So where does this claim of a scam come from?

“Raylee?” Casimir was taken aback.

“Is it Paylee? Oh my goodness!” Waverly hurried to help Raylee. “Shanice, is there some kind of misunderstanding? How could my sister be a scam artist?”

Kaylee coldly shook off Waverly’s hand, forcing herself to stand up on her own.

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Shanice didn’t take Raylee seriously at all. She mocked her with a chilly sarcasm, saying, “How would I know why she tried to set me up? Could it be because your Goodridge family didn’t give this fake heiress enough money to spend, so she resorted to this scheme to make money?”

“Shut up, Shanice!” Casimir reprimanded, clearly irritated. “You were in the wrong for running the red light. Even if you hadn’t, you should have yielded to pedestrians at the crosswalk. Instead, you just won’t stop arguing! And you’re accusing her of scamming you? You’ve got some nerve. The Lorimer family has already sent the betrothal gifts, and Raylee is just about to marry into the family. Why would she need anything from you?”

“What? The Lorimer family has sent betrothal gifts? No, on what grounds does Raylee deserve this? Did the head of the Lorimer family agree?” Shanice exclaimed in disbelief.

“It’s true, Shanice, Just a few days ago, the Lorimer family came to my house with the betrothal gifts,” Waverly confirmed.

Shanice was so infuriated that she couldn’t find the words to speak.

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Chapter 49 Scar Artist

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Casimir didn’t pay her any more attention. Instead, he went over to help Raylee pick up her shoe. He crouched down next to her and said, “It’s too cold out. Let me help you put your shoes on first,”

Upon witnessing Casimir’s intimate gesture, a fierce wave of jealousy surged within Waverly.

He had never been so tender and considerate toward her before.

At that moment, the light in his eyes shone solely for Raylee.

The hands Waverly had hidden in her sleeves were clenched tightly as she was consumed by a wild jealousy that raged w

her heart.

Kaylee was taken aback by Casimir’s sudden move. Coupled with the intense pain shooting through her ankle, she lost her balance and was about to fall once again.

Unfortunately, she fell into Casimir’s arms.

In an instant, Casimir had an armful of a soft, delicate body.

Jonly then did Casimir realize just how frail Raylee was.

She was so incredibly thin.

She stood a little over five feet tall, yet she probably only weighed around seventy to eighty pounds. It seemed as though even a slightly stronger gust of wind could carry her away.

The surge of sympathy in his heart made him instinctively hold her tighter.