Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 27

“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.

All they ever did was guilt-trip her or expect her to silently accept mistreatment. Looking back, she realized just how much she’d let herself be manipulated.

Robin and the others were completely thrown by the news. Tracy, unable to contain herself, snapped, “Marriage isn’t a joke! He might not be your biological father, but he raised you. Your mother’s still here too. You didn’t even talk about the dowry before marrying him? What, were you that desperate?”

There went her plans for a fat payday; Tracy was fuming.

“Yeah, do you even have a house or a car?” Cora chimed in, her voice sharp and nasty. “You want to marry this girl, you’d better be ready to pay up—at least fifty thousand. If you can’t, then divorce her. We’re not getting shortchanged.”

Marico raised an eyebrow, his steady gaze locking onto her. His calm, commanding presence made Cora look away, swallowing hard.

“I don’t have a house or a car,” Marico said evenly. “Good thing my wife doesn’t mind. For a wedding gift, I bought her a new car. By the way, how much are you all contributing to the dowry?”