Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1620



Mashauva didn't want to go as she did not want to betray her feelings.

After pondering for a while, she still shook her head.

"I still don't want to."

Lena and Hailey exchanged glances, wondering what was up with Mashauva. The look on Lena's face had obviously changed; if Mashauva wasn't going to be useful to her, then why should they still butter her up?

"Why not, Mashauva?" Hailey, on the other hand, wasn't as bad- tempered as she desperately wanted the opportunity. So she kept trying to save the situation.

Hailey continued, "Mashauva, I'm genuinely inviting you to my birthday party. Can you tell me why you won't go?"

Mashauva pressed her lips together and remained silent.

Lena glared at her with her arms folded. "Just spit it out. Don't be so secretive."

Triggered by Lena's words, Mashauva suddenly looked up.

"I'm being secretive? Shouldn't I be saying that about you?!"

Frida hadn't actually gone to the library but walked a lap around the area and went back after enough time passed for it to be believable. When she reached the door of the dorm, she heard Mashauva's voice.

Her voice was so loud that even Frida was surprised.

Oh dear, was a fight about to break out?

Frida wanted to open the door and head inside, but a thought suddenly struck her. She stopped in her tracks and stood still, listening to what was happening inside.

"We're being secretive?" Lena looked at Mashauva, amused. "How so? Enlighten us."

"I didn't want to say it, but if you insist, I will." Mashauva pointed at the door, "I came back once before this, but I didn't come in right away, do you know why?"

Lena's and Hailey's expressions became twisted hearing that. The same thought occurred to them, but neither of them spoke, grasping onto the last bit of hope.

Mashauva had on a quiet smile.

"I've overheard what you guys said. You said you wanted me to attend your birthday party, but it's

not me you want. It's Bruno, isn't it?"

Hailey said, "Mashauva, you..."

"You don't have to deny it. I heard it loud and clear. They were your voices." Mashauva took a deep breath, seemingly having calmed down.

"I wouldn't be mad if you guys hate me. After all, nobody can get everybody to like them. But if you hate me, then don't use me. You guys buttered me up, and I even helped you deliver your gifts to Bruno. Although I don't like that you guys gave him gifts, I helped you out because we're roommates."

At the end of her speech, Mashauva looked down. "I thought you two really regarded me as a friend."

Who would've thought they were just using her.

Mashauva suddenly was stricken with the feeling that the adult world was serpentine. Oh, how she wished to return to her younger days when it was all sunshine and butterflies, days when no one called her fat and ugly, nor anyone tried to take advantage of her.

"That's it?" Disdain was written all

over Lena's face. She pinched Mashauva's chin and forced her head upwards. "Mashauva, are you sure you haven't mistaken? The only reason we didn't say it to your was to spare you the

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embarrassment. We were so considerate of your feelings, yet you accuse us of being secretive. If it wasn't because of Bruno, do you think we'd consider how you feel?"

Hearing Lena's words, Mashauva's eyes widened in disbelief.

She never thought she could say such shameless things as if she was in the right.

Still flabbergasted, Lena patted her cheeks.

"Since you overheard us, it'll make things easier. We won't have to tiptoe around you anymore. You will go to the birthday party whether you like it or not."NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

With that, Mashauva roared, "And what makes you think you can order me around? I won't go!"

"Remember our lovely Frida?" A smile touched Lena's lips as she stared piercingly at Mashauva. "Her mother works at my uncle's factory. If you don't come, you know what will happen."

Gobsmacked, never had Mashauva expected Lena to use Frida to threaten her into submission, she retorted, "How can you? What does this have to do with Frida? Why do you have to drag her into this?"

"It's your fault for being the daughter of the Taylor family. Since we can't hurt you, we'll hurt those around you. If we do that, they can't do anything," Lena laughed wickedly. "So ponder on it. Will you come to the party, and will you bring your dear brother along?"

Hearing all that from behind the door, it took all of Frida not to burst into the room. She bit her lower lip angrily, incredulous at the fact that they'd use her to threaten Mashauva.

Would Mashauva agree?

Frida held her breath.

"It's still a hard no." Mashauva bit her lower lip, sticking to her stance.

Frida's heart sank, hearing the reply.

The hand she had on the doorknob fell limply to her side as she lowered her head, half her face obscured by the shadows.

So this was her dear friend. Mashauva didn't care even if her mother would be fired.

Yeah, how could the daughter of the wealthy Taylor family understand the hardships of ordinary people? It wouldn't mean anything to her.

Frida had initially felt guilty about revealing that Mashauva and Bruno were not biological siblings. But with the current turn of events, it seemed that she no longer had to feel so.

At that thought, Frida turned and left.

Inside the room, Lena gave a chilling smile. "You really wouldn't do a thing if her family suffers? Do you actually think you two are besties?" "Of course we are. And I'm not done with what have to say. I won't agree to it because you'll never get the chance to fire Frida's mom. If you dare do that, I will tell Bruno everything, and you will never ever have the chance to even get close to him. Also, my family fears no one. Auntie Minerva is married to the president of Yardley Corporation. Mr. Yardley will lend me a hand too. I can also get reporters to cover stories about students like you. Let's see who has the last laugh."

Lena's smug smile disappeared.

Hailey was also shocked; never had she thought Mashauva could retaliate so swiftly.

In fact, they had underestimated Mashauva.

The old Mashauva was innocent, not stupid. She may not have been worldly; it didn't mean she was clueless about the ways of the world.

With malice right in her face and the reality right on the table, she would not sit around and not do anything.

Mashauva continued, "So if you want to do it, lay it all on me. I won't let you lay a finger on Frida or her mom."

Suddenly, an epiphany struck Mashauva. "Wait, you two were responsible for Frida's injury, weren't you?!"