Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 483: Hearing the commotion, Milton approached and saw the mess before him. He glanced at Sigrid first, then fixed his eyes on Candice. With a gentle smile, Sigrid waved her hand and said, "It's not her fault. She accidentally bumped into me. No big deal. It's just a dress. Let's not make things difficult for her." Candice found it amusing. Sigrid was putting on an act, feigning tolerance and magnanimity. Wasn't it embarrassing for a wealthy girl like her to stoop so low? Didn't she feel any shame?

Candice didn't even bother to look at Milton, simply patting her chest, knowing that Sigrid was the one who bumped into her. Seeing the undisguised contempt and disgust in Candice's eyes, Sigrid's delicate face, lightly made up, almost twisted with anger. However, she couldn't lose her temper in front of Milton and had to endure it. "Don't you have anything to say?" Milton suddenly asked Candice. Candice gasped for breath, feeling a heavy sense of oppression. What did he expect her to say? Should she apologize to Sigrid? A smug smile gradually appeared on Sigrid's face.

Milton must have assumed Candice had deliberately spilled the coffee on her. Sigrid pretended to intervene. "Milton, she really doesn't need to apologize. It wasn't intentional. I'm perfectly fine." Then she provocatively locked eyes with Candice, clearly conveying her message: either Candice bowed her head and apologized, or confessed to Milton that she had purposefully splashed coffee on Sigrid. No matter what she chose, Candice was destined to face humiliation today. Sigrid was asserting her authority and dominance over Candice.

She had no intention of giving Candice a fair chance to compete. Not to mention Sigrid's influential family background, she had known Milton for years in college. What did Candice have in comparison? At best, Milton might be momentarily enchanted by her. Once she crushed Candice, Milton would undoubtedly stand by her side. gαℓησνs․c brings imagination alive As Milton observed the situation, he frowned.

Finally, he addressed Sigrid, saying, "Sigrid, since you have matters to attend to today, I'll let Blair accompany you to the exhibition hall downstairs to choose a dress to change into." Sigrid offered a gentle smile and replied, "No, thank you. I have spare clothes in my car." She then feigned concern for Candice. "Did I startle you just now? You seem to have lost your voice. It's alright; I won't hold it against you. Just be more careful when you walk next time." After uttering those words, Sigrid departed proudly, chest puffed out, making sure to shoot a disdainful glare at Candice.

As Sigrid took a couple of steps forward, Candice's icy, cutting voice echoed from behind her. "Wait!" . . .