Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 200

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Chapter 200 The First Face-to-Face Conversation

Cecilia’s pov

It all happened so fast.

But I’d dealt with her before.

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I remembered how she’d suddenly grabbed Sebastian that day, calling him “Pretty brother” and attempting to embrace him from behind.

I’d seen the dangerous glint in her eyes when I’d denied being “bad,” so when her hands shot out, my body reacted instinctively.

I sidestepped, my muscles tensing as I moved just enough to avoid her grasp.

Xenia’s hands clutched at empty air.

The momentum of her missed lunge sent her stumbling straight toward the polished tile

floor.

“Ahhh!” Her scream pierced the bustling mall atmosphere.

Mrs. Locke lunged forward, desperately grabbing for her daughter’s arm while simultaneously latching onto Amara for support.

But Amara was too slight, too unprepared for the sudden weight.

She shrieked as she was yanked forward, her designer heels skidding like stilettos on black

ice.

Seeing both women lurch toward the edge–and realizing I’d be dragged down too–I reached out and caught Xenia’s other arm.

The three of us together managed to halt her fall, a collective effort of panicked strength that

left us all trembling.

The entire incident lasted mere seconds, though it felt like slow motion.

All four of us were visibly shaken, faces drained of color.

Around us, mall patrons had already started circling–some staring flat-out, others holding up their phones like they were filming the season finale of a reality show.

Perfect. Nothing like a near-accident to become this afternoon’s viral content.

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I silently thanked my previous run-in with Xenia for giving me a heads up on her unpredictability.

She existed entirely in her own alternate universe-one where logic had no place.

“Xenia, are you alright?” Mrs. Locke was checking her daughter’s body for injuries.

Xenia seemed genuinely terrified by her near-fall.

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She stood blank-faced and vacant-eyed, clinging to her mother and trembling, soft sobs muffled against the silk of Mrs. Locke’s painfully expensive blouse.

Beside me, Amara wobbled on unsteady legs, clearly looking for someone to stabilize her.

Actually, it wasn’t going to be me.

When Mrs. Locke turned toward me with Xenia still clutched in her arms, I decided to take

control of the narrative.

I hardened my expression and raised my voice deliberately.

“Miss Xenia, you cannot play around like that!” I projected just enough for our impromptu audience to hear-mall patrons, weekend shoppers, and a few people already filming like this was a live episode of Real Housewives: Denver Edition.

“Whether you pushed me or I dodged and you fell–either outcome could’ve ended in disaster. Do you have any idea how close you came to dragging your mother and my colleague down with you?”

My words landed. I could see heads nodding, whispers shifting from scandal to sympathy. The crowd was recalibrating the narrative, and I made sure I was steering it.

Mrs. Locke’s eyes flashed with something cold and calculating before she arranged her features into an expression of apologetic distress.

“I’m truly sorry,” she said, her voice dripping with practiced remorse. “Xenia has… cognitive challenges. I promise I’ll speak with her once we’re home.”

“Mrs. Locke, everything else aside, this is something she really needs to learn,” I replied, softening my tone just enough to sound like the reasonable one.

“Just imagine what could’ve happened. Mr. Zane would be devastated if anything happened to her. And my colleague here–” I gestured toward Amara, “–is Luna Regina’s goddaughter. She only just got back to Denver. If she’d been injured… well.”

Amara blinked at me, clearly thrown by my impromptu promotion of her status.

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Mrs. Locke assessed her with new interest, her apologetic tone deepening.

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“I had no idea you were Regina’s goddaughter. I’m not in Denver often enough to keep up with the younger generation, it seems. But you’re absolutely right, Cecilia. This kind of behavior-especially in public–is unacceptable. I’ll make sure it never happens again.”

She sighed, with just the right amount of melodrama.

“Unfortunately, Xenia was born this way. It’s… an constant challenge.”

Her eyes glistened with what might’ve been genuine tears-or award-worthy acting.

I softened my expression further, shifting into compassionate mode.

“I get it. Parenting isn’t for the faint of heart. You and Mr. Zane must have your hands full.”

Mrs. Locke nodded gratefully. “Thank you for understanding. About today’s little… incident–”

“No harm done, thankfully,” I interrupted smoothly.

“Mr. Zane and our CEO go way back. Let’s not make this a headline. Xenia looks rattled–maybe have her checked out, just to be safe?”

“Yes, we’ll be going now.”

Mrs. Locke offered us one more apologetic nod before guiding Xenia away.

She kept up the sorrowful, concerned-mother routine all the way to their car-where,

As they disappeared from view, I finally allowed my composed expression to slip.

If Beta Sawyer hadn’t briefed me on this woman’s true nature, I might have been fooled by her beautiful, reasonable, understanding performance.

This was our first face-to-face conversation, and she’d shown none of the ruthlessness she was infamous for. That was exactly what made her so dangerous-her perfect disguise.

“Miss Moore, you seem to collect enemies quite efficiently,” Amara remarked beside me. “Though bullying someone with disabilities… that’s a bit much, even by normal standards.”

Her expression suggested I was some kind of social disaster, constantly stirring up trouble.

I pulled myself back to the present moment and replied mildly, “That ‘Miss Xenia’ you just saw has a crush on Alpha Sebastian.

Last time we met, she sexually harassed him twice–calling him ‘Pretty brother’ and trying to hug him from behind.

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So yes, I suppose I am quite terrible.” I gave her a sweet smile. “But you, Miss Amara, are clearly a saint with a halo to match.”

Amara gritted her teeth.

“Miss Amara, shall we continue shopping?” I asked cheerfully. “With your complexion, I think you’d look stunning in those new winter collections.”

Her eyes narrowed at my dual-edged comment on her pallid face, recognizing the barbed compliment for what it was.

“…Fine. Let’s shop,” she managed to reply.

We spent another hour browsing through the mall before heading back to the company.

Using the money Amara had reimbursed me for yesterday’s ruined dress (which I’d absolutely cleaned and kept-it was far too expensive to discard), I selected a beautiful gown for Harper.

Buying something gorgeous for my best friend using what felt like monopoly money was the closest I’d come to joy all day.

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