Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 77: Kori was burning with jealousy. She hadn't expected Candice to turn out so beautiful. Back in school, Candice looked very plain, always wearing her hair down and thick black-framed glasses. Just then, Kori noticed that Candice's dress was from a luxury brand. "Wow, look at her dress. It's the latest style from Moow's collection. They say there's only one piece made of each design. I've seen it before, but it wasn't for sale-the shopkeeper said it was already reserved for a VIP customer. Look at her shawl, too. It's one of the latest trends.

I'm sure her entire outfit costs over a million." "They must be fake," Alta said disdainfully. She glanced condescendingly at Candice and continued, "How could someone from a bankrupt family afford that?" Cathy pointed at Candice's bag and sneered, "Look, her bag looks cheap compared to the rest of her outfit. She probably bought knockoffs from some shady place." "They're real. I've seen them before," Kori insisted. She cast a jealous look at Candice and said, "I liked those designs when I saw them in the store.

I even planned to buy them, but they weren't for sale." Candice didn't want to continue the conversation. She was about to leave when Cathy stopped her. "Oh, are you too embarrassed to stay?" Cathy surveyed Candice from head to toe with disdain and asked, "Are you a kept woman?" "Ha ha! Now that's highly possible!" Alta laughed. She eyed Candice condescendingly and said snidely, "Tut tut, what a poor girl. Maybe she's being kept by some old rich man. That's probably why she tried to leave-she's too ashamed to be seen by others." Candice narrowed her eyes and glared at the three mocking her.

She didn't make a scene, but they had definitely disturbed her peace. мσяє υρ∂αтєѕ ιи gαℓиσνєℓѕ.¢σм She clenched her fists, fuming with rage. Cathy wasn't intimidated by Candice's anger at all. She stepped forward fearlessly and said sarcastically, "Your family is bankrupt, and now you're being kept by someone else. How do you think your deceased parents would feel if they knew about your pathetic life now?" Slap! The slap echoed sharply in the dark night. Candice lifted her hand from Cathy's cheek and warned, "Were you never taught manners by your parents?

If not, I wouldn't mind teaching you a lesson." Did they still think she was a pushover? She had practiced Taekwondo in college and could easily take them all on. "You... you're crazy!" Cathy cried, her eyes reddening. She was about to attack when an unexpected voice called out behind them. "Honey, I've been looking everywhere for you. What are you doing here?" Kori quickly stopped Cathy's attack. Meanwhile, Candice turned around and was surprised to see who it was. Milton? Milton stepped forward and held Candice in his arms. Cathy, Alta, and Kori stared at the couple, stunned.

Were they dreaming? The handsome man before them was Milton Lopez-the same man who had skipped his speech tonight. The famous Milton Lopez, who also graduated from Wilmint High School and was the wealthiest man in the country. Someone truly admirable. But... what did he just say? Honey? Candice stared at Milton in disbelief. Was he crazy? Milton reached out, adjusted Candice's collar, then took out a black card and pressed it into her hand. The black card offered unlimited spending power. "I told you to buy yourself some bags. Why are you still carrying your old one?

Maybe you should buy yourself some Hermes. I ordered some bags for you-they should be delivered tomorrow." Candice was speechless. When did she say she wanted her bag changed? This man could really act, couldn't he? "What are you waiting for? Let's go. My mother is waiting for you at home," Milton urged, holding her even tighter. He was solely focused on Candice, not even bothering to acknowledge the three others. Soon, he managed to get Candice to leave. They strode out of the building in each other's arms and walked far away.

Candice couldn't help but look back and saw that the three women were still rooted to the spot, looking dazed. . . .