My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 147

At that moment Chloe’s mouth dropped. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

She didn’t know what to say.

Victoria’s heart skipped. That dress? For Valentina? How?

Immediately Chloe folded her arms and gave a small smirk. "Let me guess," she said, still facing the sales attendant. "When you bring out the dress, Raymond will pretend to get a call. And Valentina will suddenly remember she left something in the car. That’s how broke people act when they’re caught pretending."

She turned back to Valentina.

"You know, I actually admired you once," she added, her tone quieter but sharper. "Before the accident, before all of this. But now? You’re just doing too much to prove yourself."

Valentina’s lips parted slightly, but she still didn’t speak. Her silence made Chloe even more irritated.

"Oh? Now you can’t talk? No comebacks?" Chloe stepped closer, lowering her voice. "Don’t worry. When that dress comes out and they say the price out loud, I’ll be here. I’ll be right here to remind you of this moment."

At that moment The sales attendant looked slightly uncomfortable of not stoping Chloe, but Chloe didn’t stop.

"You’re trying to wear the same dress worn by a billionaire’s wife? That woman’s husband owns three oil blocks. Do you know what that means?"

Then she tilted her head mockingly. "And the other one? That celebrity who wore it last year? She has over a hundred million followers. She was even listed on Forbes."

Chloe’s voice dripped with sarcasm now. "But yes, of course, Valentina Callum wants to join that list too. Because her fake-rich husband will just wave his magic card and everything will be fine."

Victoria finally glanced at Chloe, then whispered, "Maybe you should stop talking."

But Chloe didn’t. "No, let me finish. I just want to be here when the truth hits. When they say ten million dollars, let’s all see who blinks first."

Chloe stood still, her mind racing. That dress wasn’t just expensive—it was the most talked-about dress in the world. Only three people had it. What kind of game were Raymond and Valentina playing?

She forced a laugh and turned sharply to the sales attendant. "Are you really saying you’re bringing that dress out for them?"

The attendant smiled kindly. "Yes, ma’am. They made a request, and as VIPs, they have the right to see it."

At that moment Chloe folded her arms. "You must be joking. That gown costs more than most people make in ten years. Look at them! Do they look like someone who can pay for it?"

Valentina’s eyes flicked toward Chloe, but she said nothing. Raymond was calm too. Too calm.

The attendant stayed professional. "Ma’am, we don’t judge here. If they like it, and the payment is successful, it’s theirs. If not, the gown returns to the vault."

Chloe scoffed. "So anyone can just walk in, pretend, and waste your time?"

"No," the attendant replied. "Only VIPs. Which they are."

That stung Chloe.

She didn’t expect that answer. She glanced at Valentina, trying to find some sign of nervousness—but there was none.

"This has to be a show," Chloe muttered to Victoria. "She’s trying to act big. But I’ll make sure she regrets it."

Again Victoria shifted uneasily. "Chloe... maybe let it go. This isn’t the time."

Chloe ignored her. She leaned forward and spoke loud enough for others to hear. "Valentina, I hope you know what you’re doing. Because if you fail here—if that card declines—don’t say I didn’t warn you."

At that moment Valentina finally turned, her voice steady. "I’m not here to impress you, Chloe. I don’t owe you anything."

Then Chloe’s lips twitched. "We’ll see."

But inside, Chloe’s heart was beating faster. What if she really can afford it? No... it can’t be. Unless—Chloe’s fingers clenched. "She’s bluffing. She has to be."

At that moment decided to seat and Wait, and glass of wine was given to them.

Chloe leaned back in her seat, gently swirling the untouched wine in her glass as if deep in thought, but her eyes were fixed on Valentina. A sly smile crept to her lips. This is perfect, she thought. Let her embarrass herself. Let everyone see.

She adjusted her posture and looked toward Valentina, her voice soft but sharp. "Valentina," she said, "I’m just trying to help you. You can still change your mind. There’s no need to go through with this and shame yourself."

However Valentina didn’t reply. She just stared at the deep red color in her wine glass.

"You know," Chloe continued, "some dresses are not meant for everyone. That gown... even the wives of governors can’t touch it. I’m not saying you’re not good enough, but..." She leaned forward slightly. "You know what I mean."

Raymond glanced at Chloe briefly but remained silent. He placed his hand on Valentina’s, gently squeezing it. Valentina looked at him and gave a small nod, then returned her gaze to Chloe.

"I’m not backing out, Chloe," Valentina said calmly. "You’ve done a lot already, but I won’t let you shake me this time."

Chloe’s smile faded slightly.

"I’m only advising you because I know what’s about to happen. You’ll just end up walking out of here with nothing but pride and disappointment."

"Then watch," Raymond said, his voice low but firm.

Chloe raised a brow. "I am."

She picked up her glass, pretending to sip, but her mind raced. ’What if they really do have the money? No... they’re just putting up a show. She’ll freeze the moment that dress shows up.

So she crossed her legs, leaned back, and waited.’

Valentina’s voice came out quiet but sharp. "Keep your mouth shut, Chloe. If you keep talking, they’ll kick you out by themselves."

The calmness in her tone made Chloe’s jaw tighten. That wasn’t the response she wanted. She wanted Valentina flustered—angry. But instead, she was getting dismissed.

She thinks she’s untouchable now, Chloe thought bitterly. We’ll see about that.

She looked down at the untouched wine in Valentina’s hand. The glass was still full, still resting gently on the table as Valentina spoke with confidence. Her eyes flicked back and forth—from the wine to the boutique staff and back to Valentina.

Then the idea clicked, a slow smirk crept across Chloe’s face as her mind pieced it together.

If that wine spills on the dress... if it touches even a little of it... they won’t let her leave without buying it. No returns. No excuses. No refunds. They’ll make her pay.

And from what she knew, that dress cost more than Raymond family would ever make in 10 years.

She folded her arms and relaxed back into the seat, hiding the spark of mischief rising inside her. Just a little nudge. That’s all it’ll take.