445 The “Mutt” in James’s Eyes


    Chapter 445 The “Mutt” in James’s Eyes


    Quincy was certain that if James had even the slightest care for Lily, he never would have forced her into <b>a </b>divorce.


    He must despise her, she thought, counting the days until he could marry his rightful fiancée, Mathilda


    So, when he stepped in earlier, it could only have been because he thought Patrick was making trouble <b>in </b><b>a </b>Luke Corp jewelry store–not because he was defending Lil


    After all, Lily’s <b>back </b>had been to him. If he hated her as much as the rumors id, he prolly hadn’t even recognized her.


    With that logic, her confidence swelled.


    She quickly smoothed her slightly mussed bangs, forcing what she thought was her most captivating smile. “Mr. James, I know Mathilda is your beloved fiancée. I’m Quincy, her closest friend. <b>You </b>can just call me Quincy.”


    The memory of Patrick’s hungry stare at Lily burned in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to see Lily humiliated here and now.


    And she was certain <b>James</b>, who supposedly loathed Lily, would dly help her.


    She would show that mutt the vast gulf between them–the distance between clouds and mud.


    Pouting in what she imagined was a delicate, pitiful way, she cooed, “Mr. James, my face really hurts. Lily’s like a rabid dog. I was just browsing jewelry when she suddenly went crazy, pped my face until it swelled, and even dirtied my shoes. These shoes were a gift from Mr. Quinn–one hundred and eighty thousand yuan. This mutt must apologize and pay me double. I’m not the type to push people too <b>hard</b><b>..</b>”


    Hershes lowered coyly as she threw him <b>a </b>sultry nce. “I know she’s been thrown out of the Luke family and is probably too broke to pay for myshoes. She’s always liked licking other people’s shoes–if she cleans mine with her tongue, I could let her pay a little less


    In her mind, it was perfect strategy.


    The enemy of her enemy was a friend. James had been so eager to divorce Lily; it proved he despised her. <b>This </b>way, Quincy <b>could </b>appear magnanimous while helping him vent his disgust. He would surely appreciate it.


    From there, maybe Moore Corp could strike up business with Luke Corp. If that happened, her own value would soar–she could even dump Patrick and marry into a richer, more powerful family.


    She fully expected him to praise her, maybe even order Lily to her knees.


    Instead, she saw him step forward and… carefully, almost reverently, take Lily’s hand in his.


    Quincy froze.


    Wasn’t he supposed to have discarded Lily without a second thought? Why was he touching this disgusting


    woman at all?


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    Chapter 445 The “Mutt” in James’s Eyes


    Unless… he meant to crash her hand?


    But no–she heard a tone she’d never imagined from him, low and warm with concern. “Why’s your palin so red? Does it hurt?”


    What?


    Quincy’s mind stalled.


    Was that human speech?


    She was the one pped, her face swelling, and she was Mathilda’s de was hurt–he was worried the hand that hit her might be sore. <ol><li>nd. Yet he didn’t care if she </li></ol>


    Was he insane?


    Before she could recover from the shock, his voice turned cold again. “Didn’t I tell you before? Don’t hit people with your bare hand. There are sticks in the store–use a stick when you hit animals.”


    Animals?


    Her mouth fell open so <b>wide </b>an egg could have rolled in.


    Did he just call her–the beautiful, pure, gentle her–an animal?


    The more she thought about it, the more wronged and furious she felt. Her voice wavered toward a sob. She stomped a foot and tried again, pitiful and using. “Mr. James, Lily’s always attacking me on purpose, she-


    “Quincy, I remember you.”


    Her heart leapt at those words.


    Straightening her back, she shot Lily a smug, thunting look. If he remembered her, surely it was because she’d left an impression–he wouldn’t protect Lily now.


    But before her satisfaction could settle, his voice cut like ice. “You used to bully Lily alongside Mathilda. Lily doesn’t hit without a reason. If she hit a mutt today, it’s because the mutt wouldn’t stop barking- Quincy, you disgusted her and made her palm red. You owe herpensation for emotional distress- and you owe her an apology.”


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