Chapter 5
“You’re just a low–class nobody, and you dare set foot in Imperial Crest Manor? Get out immediately after dropping off your things. If you offend any of the elites here, you’ll die without even knowing how.”
I had worked up a sweat struggling just now. I took off my coat and snorted coldly.”
“You don’t need to worry about me.”
Just as I took two steps forward, Julian suddenly blocked my path. His eyes were bloodshot as they fixed on my chest.
“Arielle, I told you the day we divorced–I don’t love you anymore.“>
“So why tattoo my initials on your chest? Are you still that obsessed with me? Get it through your head–I’ll never get back together with you!“}
I paused, then glanced down at the tattoo on my chest: capital letters “YZ.“”
Only then did I realize–my son’s father shares the same initials as the last two characters of Julian’s name.}
Annoyed, I cursed under my breath. It was all that guy’s fault.
He once said that tattooing your partner’s name meant you’d meet again in the next life, so he begged me to do it with him.
In the end, he couldn’t bear to see me in pain, so I only got his initials, while he tattooed my full name.}
That little gesture was now causing a major misunderstanding.
Hawkwardly opened my mouth to explain,
“Uh, this isn’t-”
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But Vanessa cut in, fuming.}
“Arielle, do you think a tattoo of Aze’s name is going to win him back?”
“Just a few days ago on Valentine’s Day, Aze had my face tattooed over his heart. I’m the only one he loves. Don’t embarrass yourself!“)
To prove her point, Julian unbuttoned his shirt and revealed a tattoo of Vanessa’s face.”
With a cold tone, he said,
“My body and soul belong to Vanessa. Arielle, do yourself a favor–get that tattoo removed and stop humiliating yourself.“}
If I weren’t in such a hurry, I might’ve asked who his tattoo artist was—the work wasn’t bad.”
But my son was already on his way. He probably missed me.
And once he shows up, how was I supposed to comfort my easily–jealous husband if the little guy became a third wheel?”
I didn’t have time to waste on Julian’s fantasies and quickly hurried inside.
Just then, the guard room’s speaker blared:
“Attention, residents. During today’s anti–prostitution operation conducted by the city’s public security bureau, a suspect escaped by disguising herself. The woman is HIV–positive and harbors strong resentment toward society. She has been infiltrating upscale communities dressed as delivery people to deliberately spread the virus. If you notice anything suspicious, please report immediately…“}
The next moment, all eyes turned to me.”
Julian’s face filled with disbelief.}
“Arielle, I didn’t think you’d fall so low after losing me… You’ve become a prostitute?”
Vanessa’s gaze shifted, and she pointed at the red rash on my arm–just an allergic reaction from two days ago–and shouted:
“I’ve seen AIDS patients in the hospital. Arielle’s symptoms are identical!“}
“Security! Hurry and catch her! Don’t let this maniac hurt our residents!“}
Several security guards rushed toward me and knocked me to the ground with a violent kick.
I glared at Vanessa and said through clenched teeth,”
“You’re slandering me! I’ll sue you for defamation!“}
Vanessa sneered.}
“I just noticed–there’s no delivery label on your shopping bag, and your uniform is fake. You show up at a luxury community like Imperial Crest Manor in the middle of the night with a bunch of condoms. If you’re not selling yourself, what else could you possibly be doing?”
“I came here to find my husband. He’s the international real estate tycoon you’ve been talking about–Sebastian Ward!“}
A few seconds passed in silence.
Then, the entire crowd erupted in laughter.
“Did I hear that right? Arielle claims her husband is Boss Ward? She’s clearly sick–her brain’s fried too.”
