Chapter 348 The Kid Isn’t Yours, Poor Thing

• Ronan Crest’s voice carried an icy edge. He’d been in a decent mood, but now he was annoyed. He’d brought his wife here to buy a necklace. It should’ve been a sweet moment. Instead, they ran into these two clowns. Anyone would be pissed.
• “Hey! You filthy creep, you dare flirt with me? You got a death wish?” The heavily made-up woman had just had her hand—reaching for Vivienne Hart—snatched by Ronan, and she started screaming. “Assault! Assault!” “Everybody look! He’s trying to assault me! See, he grabbed my hand!” “Honey, he’s flirting with me right in front of you. Are you gonna do something?” She kept shrieking.
• People turned to stare. Most of them thought she was making a scene. Everyone had seen what happened, clear as day: she tried to yank the necklace off the man’s wife’s neck, and he grabbed her hand to stop her. And now—she had the nerve to howl that he was assaulting her. Talk about shameless.