“Oh, Yvonne, you really must be blind and foolish. You could have had a guy with a nice house, a car, and a fat dowry, but you chose this pretty boy?”
Marico might have radiated authority, but Robin wasn’t all that intimidated. After all, in his eyes, Marico was just another smooth-talking nobody.
“A man like that? Just wait, he’ll probably end up hitting you one day,” Tracy sneered, fanning the flames.
Marico shot her a cold, cutting look—his eyes sharp and furious, pinning Tracy in place. Her heart skipped a beat, genuinely startled by the unexpected forcefulness of a guy who, as far as she knew, just sold insurance.
Marico brushed off John’s hand—clearly annoyed—and then turned his attention to the trembling woman in his arms. He gently patted her head to comfort her. “I’m here now. It’s all right. Are you hurt anywhere?”
“No, nothing serious. They just took my phone and purse,” Yvonne choked out, clinging to him as if he were her only lifeline.
“My phone and purse,” she repeated.
Marico’s expression didn’t change as he swept his gaze over the group, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Jason, visibly shaken, hurried to hand over the stolen phone and purse.
“How long have you been with her, kid? You know, marrying her comes with a dowry—at least seventy thousand, plus living expenses and rent we just talked about. Can you afford that?” Robin, still fuming but not as aggressive, pressed on.
“If it comes to that, I’d sell the shirt off my back,” Marico replied, handing Yvonne her purse.
Everyone’s eyes lit up, thinking they’d finally cornered their mark.
But Yvonne gripped his shirt tighter, her eyes full of resistance.

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