Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 466: A reminder out of goodness.

Arwen stared at the number for a moment before finally deciding to take the call.

Moving the icon, she was about to accept it when suddenly it stopped ringing. She waited, thinking it would ring again, but when it didn't, she went to check the number again.

She dialled it to revert, but it didn't connect.

And that confused her.

But anyway, she didn't think about it for longer than a minute. Keeping the phone back, she turned to Alfred and asked, "How long will it take?"

"Madam, we will be reaching there in some time," he replied before swivelling to the next lane smoothly.

Soon after a while, the car pulled up right in front of the Aurora store.

"Ma'am, we have arrived," Alfred announced, and Arwen looked out the window.

"Thank you, Alfred," she said, "You can return first. I would be returning with Aiden later."

Alfred nodded in understanding.

Arwen pushed the door open to step down, and soon, Mia also came to her side. They both walked in together.

Since Mia had already prior informed them about their visit, there was an attendant to attend to Arwen, specifically.

"Ms. Quinn," the attendant greeted before slightly bowing in respect. "I have been waiting for you. Please come in."

Arwen smiled at her in reciprocation before following her inside.

Mia walked a step behind.

Helping Arwen towards the comfy couch, the attendant politely asked, "Madam, would you like to have something first? We have already sent someone to bring your ordered sets, but it will take a few minutes."

"It's fine," Arwen shook her head. "A few minutes is not a problem. We will look around."

The attendant was more than appreciative. She quickly stepped aside and gestured towards the section where the latest collection was showcased. "Please, ma'am."

Arwen might not have put air, but everyone in the upper-class society was well aware of her identity. Apart from being the heiress of the Quinn family, she had also earned a notable reputation due to her fame in ballet.

Although she had retired from the stage, her fame never died. She still carried the title of the 'Flawless Ballet Queen' of the era. While many had forgotten her, there were still many who remembered her.

Mia walked a step behind with Arwen as they skimmed through the design. The attendant never stepped forward to disturb her. She just stood aside so that if needed, she could step up to assist.

Arwen was checking through the designs while discussing them with Mia when, from a distance, she heard a familiar voice calling her.

"Arwen, is that you?"

Arwen turned to look, and her brows arched with quiet surprise. "Emily!" Again.

She didn't think she would be meeting her cousin again. But she did hope it wouldn't turn up anything like how it had at Lustreé.

It was embarrassing to see her thrown out like that the last time.

Emily smiled haughtily as she walked towards Arwen. She wasn't taller than Arwen, but given the excessive heels she was wearing today, she looked an inch or two taller.

"I didn't think I would be seeing you here."

Arwen returned her words with a known smile of hers. "Same. Even I didn't expect it."

"Why?" Emily asked immediately, as if she couldn't understand her reason. "I mean, I have a reason not to expect you anymore in places like these. But you? Why did you not expect me here?"

Arwen stared at her, understanding where this was heading. But she also knew that even if she backed away to avoid it, Emily wouldn't let her. So, she just tried to remind her cousin one last time.

"Emily," she said, "Before you let your delusion astray you, I would remind you to think about our last encounter. Maybe you would like to switch to the safer side."

Her meaning was clear. It was a warning, sent coated in sweetness: don't let history repeat itself.

But that goodness didn't seem to be well appreciated by Emily.

The moment Arwen reminded her of the night at Lustreé, her jaws clenched, fury rising from her gut. It was the worst of all the humiliations she had ever faced. And until today, she hadn't been able to recover from it.

Lustreé had banned her, and no matter what connection she used, she simply wasn't permitted inside the store.

Her fingers clenched, and she gritted her teeth. "Arwen, you still have the nerve to boast yourself using that night?" ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Arwen shrugged. "I am not boasting about anything, Emily. I am just reminding you. Don't embarrass yourself again."

"Embarrass me?" Emily scoffed, "You still think you can pull the air of the Quinn family heiress in front of me? Don't treat yourself high and mighty when we both know that you are no longer capable of acting the same."

"Oh, is it?" Arwen crossed her arms as she took a step forward, her eyes challenging Emily, sharp and frigid. "You sound confident there. But are you sure about it, dear cousin? I would warn you to think it again."

Emily faltered. The height difference that should have given her the advantage, didn't seem to work when Arwen stepped close to her, staring like that. It instead made her take a step back.

And she hated her for that.

Why, even losing all, she looked so confident?

Shouldn't she be now be cowering back at least?

"Emily, I warned you just because I didn't want you to embarrass yourself and the family. But if you push me into that, I wouldn't mind showing you the difference we share." Arwen spoke, her every word slow yet deliberate.

With that, she turned to ignore her.

But just as she did, Emily spoke. "We do share the difference, Arwen. But you no longer hold the position above me. But soon, I will definitely be holding the position that was yours."

Arwen paused, her brows knitting in confusion. What does that mean? She turned to look back at her.

Emily smirked as if finally satisfied, finding something that could intimidate Arwen.