I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 70

Hearing the voice, Natalie turned around. Talk about an unfortunate coincidence.

Standing next to Camila White was the woman she’d seen with Bruce Ward at BlueNight.

“Elena, don’t say things like that. It’s not a gift. People might get the wrong idea,” Camila said with a bashful expression that seemed designed to confirm the opposite.

Elena linked her arm with Camila’s and laughed, covering her mouth with her other hand. “Alright, alright, I was just teasing.”

Arianna recognized them too. “What bad luck! I can’t believe they’re buying a house here too!”

Her voice was just loud enough for Camila and Elena to hear. The two women turned and finally saw Natalie.

“We’re not here to buy a house,” Elena said haughtily, looking at Arianna with disdain. “Mr. Ramirez is getting a place for Camila. She can pick any unit she wants. Unlike some people, who probably couldn’t afford the best unit here in a lifetime.”

Natalie suddenly remembered reading in the brochure that this new development was built by a subsidiary of The Ramirez Group and targeted high-end clients. The prices were among the highest in Cabinda; an ordinary person certainly couldn’t afford the best units.

Camila tugged on Elena’s arm, feigning timidity. “Please, stop. You’ll give people the wrong impression. Ms. Watson and her friend are clearly here to buy a home. Let’s not say things that might upset them.”

“Camila, why are you so afraid of them? You’re a White, and you’re the love of Mr. Ramirez’s life!”

Elena despised Natalie. After that night at BlueNight, Bruce Ward had stopped calling her. She’d tried to reach him several times, but he either didn’t answer or his bodyguards told her to stop bothering him. Everything had been fine before that night. Compared to his other women, she had been his favorite, the one who had been with him the longest. Then, just like that, he had cast her aside like she was nothing.

Arianna scoffed. “That’s right. At least we’re not homewreckers who shamelessly steal other people’s husbands and homes.”

A dark glint flashed in Camila’s eyes before being replaced by a look of hurt. “Ms. Mitchell, please don’t be so harsh…”

“Harsh? You have the nerve to do it, but you can’t stand to hear about it?” Arianna was incredulous. She turned to Natalie and sighed. “The actors in Hollywood have nothing on her.”

“What did you just say? Who’s a homewrecker? Camila and Mr. Ramirez are in love!” Elena shouted, her face contorted with anger. “Unlike some people who knowingly become the other woman!”

She was convinced that her breakup with Bruce Ward was entirely Natalie’s fault.

Seeing that the argument was about to escalate into a physical fight, the sales office manager hurried over to mediate.

He had overheard the conversation and understood that Camila White had a close relationship with the big boss, who was even buying her a house. He plastered on a smile and invited them to the VIP lounge.

“I told you, you can move in with me. No need to be jealous. My home is your home,” Natalie said. “Sit here for a bit. I’m going to the restroom.”

As she reached the restroom door, she ran into Elena, who was just coming out.

Natalie tried to ignore her, but Elena stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“Don’t think you can marry into a wealthy family just because you’ve caught Mr. Ward’s eye. You might make more money than me, but the Ward family doesn’t care about that,” Elena said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, bitterness, and venom.

Natalie looked at her coolly. “If you’re done, please move.”

Elena was stunned. She had just unleashed a torrent of insults, and the woman in front of her seemed completely unfazed.

She shot back a final, vicious threat. “I can’t wait to see you become a laughingstock!” Then she stormed off.

Natalie entered the restroom as if nothing had happened. When she returned to the main hall, she found the entire staff in a state of commotion, searching for something.

“I know who did it! She’s the one who stole it!” Elena shouted, pointing a finger directly at Natalie.