Chapter 39
“What do you think you’re doing?” Calista saw what Brian’s men were doing, and she instinctively took a step back.
He snorted coldly. It clearly wasn’t the first time he’d seen women flashing bank cards that weren’t theirs, clueless about the passcode because the account belonged to the men funding their lifestyles.
“Miss, please wait here for a minute. In line with our bank’s standard protocol, the bank card is automatically locked after three incorrect passcode attempts. We must inform the card owner. It’ll just take a while.”
After Brian explained the standard procedure, he instructed his men to take Calista to another room. The security guards didn’t make a big fuss, but they stood right by the door, making it impossible for her to escape.
“You have no right to be restricting my freedom.” Calista was a little anxious. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her pride, but she didn’t want Lucien to know that she had tried to use the supplementary bank card.
However, no one cared about her or her anger. Her words fell on deaf ears, and she was met with almost no reaction from anyone. She called out a few more times, but the bodyguards outside remained unfazed.
Calista’s anxiety turned into frustration, and she couldn’t help but pace back and forth in the room. At some point, she accepted the situation she was in and collapsed onto the couch as if every ounce of her strength had deserted her.
She couldn’t believe that she still cared about what Lucien thought of her. Wasn’t she just a glory hound he kept around to keep up appearances and indulge his personal urges?
A deep sense of sorrow and self–pity washed over her. She could do nothing but smile bitterly.
At that moment, Calista heard a commotion outside. She saw the familiar pair of high heels once more. She raised her head and glanced at the person. It turned out that Lucien was more cold–blooded than she had given him credit for.
It was none other than Ophelia. All of a sudden, Calista’s vision blurred, and all that remained was a deep sorrow in her heart.
Just how much did Lucien have to despise her to hand her over to Ophelia like that?
As expected, Calista’s fragile self–esteem crumbled into pieces. All it took was a gentle breeze, and it vanished without a trace.
“Oh, my. It’s you, Ms. Marchand.” As Calista stood frozen in shock, Brian sidled up to Ophelia with shameless deference. He had been unbearably arrogant earlier, and yet he was groveling right now, one step away from getting down to his knees.
“Ms. Marchand, what brings you here?”
Ophelia ignored him and made her way into the room. She appeared poised and unflinching. As Calista watched her, a crushing sense of inferiority overwhelmed her, and her heart clenched painfully.
It turned out that she could feel the massive gap between them, even if the others didn’t make fun of her. Upon further thought, she realized that Astrid was right. She was nothing more than a laughingstock and a nobody. It was foolish of her to think that she could hoid onto her status as Lucien’s wife.
What was stolen would never last, it seemed.
Calista was still in a daze while Ophelia and Brian talked business.
“Ms. Marchand, how would you like us to handle this woman for stealing Mr. Fenwick’s bank card? Should we call the police or turn her in ourselves? We’ll do whatever you want.”
Naturally, Brian knew how prideful Ophelia was. He also knew that she couldn’t care less about his groveling. Nevertheless, he still had to put on a smile when he dealt with her.
“That won’t be necessary. Mr. Fenwick gave her the bank card. So, this isn’t a theft at all.” Ophelia tapped her briefcase without rhythm, casually exuding arrogance. Turning around, she cast a glance at Calista.
Brian was stunned. It finally dawned on him that he had made a blunder. “Oh. Jeez. So, this is how it is. I guess this is all a huge misunderstanding, huh? I had no idea that she was Mr. Fenwick’s…”
He trailed off and stared at Calista wordlessly. Ophelia was also looking at her with an unhurried ease.
Calista kept her head lowered. It seemed like she no longer dared to face them.
She didn’t know who she was either. Was she really Lucien’s wife?
She herself found the notion to be laughable, let alone Brian. After such a thorough humiliation, she didn’t dare to tell him her actual
status.
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So, she simply said, “I’m a maid at Mr. Fenwick’s place.”
