Chapter 93 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

He made a beeline to speak to Niamh, going straight to the point.

“Grandfather believes that you’re my ex-wife, Niamh Delgado. As a result, he wishes that you could attend the 50th anniversary of the founding of Waldburg Corporation. The anniversary is in two days.”

Niamh continued to draw without lifting her head. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to attract any more unnecessary issues, let alone be suspected from time to time by other people as your ex-wife.”

With that, she lifted her gaze to stare into Kendrick’s bottomless eyes. Niamh chuckled.

“You suspect it too, don’t you, Mr. Waldburg? You, too, suspect that I’m that damned ex-wife of yours.

“You pretended to be drunk when you called me over to the club. You knew what you were doing when you held me and cried lovingly for Niamh. Perhaps you’ve forgotten, Mr. Waldburg, but everyone is well aware of how much you hated and were disgusted by Niamh Delgado. There was absolutely no way that you would cry for her in such a tone even if she was still alive, let alone speak the words you claimed you wanted to say, no?”

Kendrick felt a rush of unease wash over him when he recognized the sarcasm and disdain in Niamh’s eyes.

Pursing his lips, his gaze drilled into Niamh’s eyes.

“As such, it’d be great if you would stop looking for me, Mr. Waldburg. I really don’t want to be treated as the dead again.” Niamh rejected him indifferently.

“It won’t happen again.”

Kendrick parted his lips to say after a moment of silence.

With his gaze fixated on her, he bent his head to lean closer to her.

“I promise you, it won’t happen again.”

Niamh chuckled lightly. “Are you admitting to testing me the other day, Mr. Waldburg?”

Kendrick remained silent under her inquisitive tone.

Perhaps so. While the entire world was privy to how shamelessly in love Niamh was with Kendrick, Kendrick was the only one who knew he loved her back.

The truth was, Kendrick had lost his mind the other day. He was not testing her, no. He had fantasized that she was still alive…

Yet, that was all it was. A fantasy.

Now, he was awake.

He would not fantasize the woman before him to be the one in his heart.

Niamh took Kendrick’s quietness as silent admittance.

Softly, she scoffed. “With that being said, I shall accept your invite, Mr. Waldburg. After all, offending you would do no good to my days in Glendale.”

Reluctant as Niamh seemed, Waldburg Corporations’ anniversary was an event she needed to attend!

After all, she was going to reveal the other side of Nevaeh in front of the celebrities gathered.

After accepting Kendrick’s invitation, Niamh quickly mailed it off anonymously to someone else.

After that, she went to the counter of a store to pick up the gown she had ordered from the internet.

What a small world it was. After entering the store, Niamh was met with the sight of Nevaeh who was being served enthusiastically by several assistants. She did not even realize Niamh’s presence.

“These are all the latest styles from last week, Miss Montgomery. Especially these few here, I’d say they match your aura very well.” The shop assistants praised with smiles.

Nevaeh took the dresses to check the price tags. “This won’t do. This is too cheap for a person of my status. Don’t you have something more expensive?”

“Yes, yes, of course! This way, please!” Elated by Nevaeh’s desire for more expensive outfits, the shop assistants immediately brought her to a side for more options.

“What about this style, Miss Montgomery?”

“This here is this season’s limited evening gown, Miss Montgomery. Its price is also very fitting of your status! I’m sure you’d be the center of everyone’s attention should you wear this to the Waldburg

Corporation’s 50th anniversary!”

“Indeed! You’d match Mr. Waldburg with this evening gown, Miss Montgomery!”

Nevaeh smiled arrogantly after being put up on a pedestal with the shop assistants’ singing her praises after praises.

However, she still felt rather unsatisfied. Her gaze wandered until it fell on a mannequin as if she had been enraptured by the outfit it wore.

“Why haven’t I seen this dress before? I like its unique style. I want to try it on,” Nevaeh ordered.

The assistants smiled awkwardly. “The gown has already been pre-ordered by another client, Miss. Montgomery.”

“Then give her another one from another warehouse.” Nevaeh was displeased. Desire was apparent in her gaze as it bore holes into the gown.

“I…” The assistant was placed between a rock and a hard place. This dress was handmade, so it was not cheap. It had to be ordered from overseas half a month before purchase, so this was the only one in the entirety of Glendale.

Hearing her, Nevaeh’s expression fell slightly while the possessiveness in her eyes flared.

“I want this dress. You can just tell the client their pre-ordered gown hasn’t arrived yet. You should wrap this dress up for me if you want me to continue shopping with you.”

“I…”

“What are you still waiting for? Are you telling me a casual customer is more important than long-term ones like me?” Niamh urged them, displeased.

The shop assistants shared a glance before breaking out into fawning smiles again.

“Just a moment, Miss Montgomery. I’ll wrap it up for you now,” a shop assistant said as she took the dress.

“It makes sense how Niamh lost to you, Miss Delgado. How could she possibly match your bossiness? She was never your opponent to begin with.”

Nevaeh had not expected such a sentence to come from behind her as she waited happily for the shop assistant to wrap the dress up for her.

Her expression darkened as she whipped her head around. A few shop assistant’s gazes fell on her as well.

“Vera Quinn?” Nevaeh’s gaze turned sinister, but the smile remained on her face in the public setting. “It’s you? I never thought you’d be able to afford something from such an expensive shop. Maybe selling jewelry does come with quite the salary, huh?” She mocked.

“You’re right. It really isn’t easy earning money. I’m not you, after all, Miss Delgado. I don’t get to spend my family wealth without working for it.”

“…” The corners of Nevaeh’s lips twitched as distaste settled on her face. The fake smile she put on disappeared instantly as she turned to glare impatiently at the shop assistants. “Wrap it up already!” She quirked an eyebrow at Niamh. “Kendrick’s still waiting for me for lunch!”

“Yes, yes, of course! One moment, Miss Montgomery,” the shop assistants replied, wrapping up the gown and handing Nevaeh the bag.

Sparing an arrogant glance at Niamh, Nevaeh reached out to receive the shopping bag only for Niamh to take it neatly before Nevaeh’s fingers could touch the bag’s handles.

“What are you doing, Vera Quinn?” Nevaeh roared in anger.

The shop assistants were shocked as well, immediately standing on Nevaeh’s side to point fingers at Niamh’s behavior. “What are you doing, Miss? This belongs to Miss Montgomery! How could you take other’s things?”

“Other’s things?” The corners of Niamh’s lips quirked meaningfully. “Do you like this gown, Miss Delgado? What a shame, I like it too.”

“Hmph. You like it too? Just because you like it doesn’t mean it’s yours!” Nevaeh smirked mockingly.

The assistants chuckled as well, a belittling gaze in their eyes. “This is a six-figure dress, Miss. You’re not the only one who likes it. We like it too. But liking it doesn’t mean it belongs to you! Please put the gown down, Miss, or we’ll have to call security.”

Staring at the snobbish shop assistants and the arrogant Nevaeh, Niamh casually pulled out a card and threw it at the face of the shop assistant who had threatened to call security. “Pick it up and take a look, then tell me whether I’m allowed such a dress or not.”

Taken aback by Niamh’s temperament, the shop assistant quickly picked up the card. Reading the words atop, her expression immediately shifted into an embarrassed one. She flushed red as she bowed and apologized to Niamh.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you’re Miss Quinn! I’m sorry, really! Please forgive me!”

Seeing their colleague’s reaction, the other salespeople came over to read the card Niamh had thrown down.

Their expressions shifted immediately at a glance as they began apologizing to Niamh.

Nevaeh was stunned to see the shop attendants suddenly apologize to Niamh, treating her with respect.

“What are you doing? Why are you so polite to her?” Nevaeh rolled her eyes in disagreement. “What’s so shocking about this woman’s name card anyway?”

Nevaeh smirked as she disdainfully reached out to take and read the card that was in the assistant’s hand.

“Hmph. In the end, she’s just a person who sells jewelry. What’s so great…” Nevaeh’s face fell amidst her mocking words, doubt and unwillingness to believe the truth bleeding out of her eyes as she stared at Niamh. “You’re this brand’s honorary member?!”

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