THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 984

Charis's tone left politeness far behind; it was pure demand, an order issued as if Yvette were handing over something owed to her—like the bed was already hers.

But Yvette didn't mind at all, still smiling brightly. "Of course, Miss Gonzales. Right away. Please, have a seat and rest. I'll get my things cleared out, and then I'll help you get settled."

In Yvette's mind, Charis was a Gonzales, after all.

It was perfectly normal for a high-class lady to have a bit of a temper.

To be her roommate and do something for her was a blessing she must have earned in a past life.

How could she possibly be upset with Charis?

Nicolette, quick on the uptake, immediately chimed in. "Miss Gonzales, I can help you with your things."

"Go on, then," Charis said, nodding as if bestowing a great favor.

Nicolette and Yvette didn't just move Charis's belongings; they also poured her water and fanned her, acting less like roommates and more like her personal maids.

Finally, with Nicolette and Yvette's fawning, Charis felt that familiar sense of superiority.

Commoners like them were meant to serve her.

Thanks to their efforts, Charis's bed was quickly made up.

Charis pulled two outdated pieces of jewelry from her purse. "Thank you for your help today. These are for you, a little welcome gift."

Nicolette accepted the bracelet with both hands. "I recognize this brand! It costs several thousand, and it holds its value really well. Thank you, Miss Gonzales!"

Yvette was just as thrilled. She knew she had backed the right horse. "Thank you, Miss Gonzales!"

"This is nothing," Charis said with a laugh. "My family is loaded. The birthday gifts I give my friends usually start in the four-figure range. Stick with me, you two, and you'll have plenty of good days ahead of you."

As she spoke, she shot a glance at Caitlin.

She didn't need to guess to know that Caitlin must be regretting her decision now.

Not only had Caitlin missed out on two hundred thousand dollars, but she had also lost the chance to be friends with her.

What was this called? Shooting yourself in the foot.

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