Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)

Chapter 121 My Bottom Line

Chapter 121 My Bottom Line

"We're closed early today," Stella said, expressionless. "You guys can go back. We don't have the

things you need."

The colleagues looked at each other, their gaze shifting toward Amelia.

Amelia sneered and crossed her arms, motioning for them to sit down. "Stella, why are you close so

early? Will you make enough to cover the rent?"

"Rent?" Stella raised an eyebrow. "My husband pays the rent, and he takes care of everything in this

shop. He said that opening this shop was to make me happy, so I call it a day as I like. I don't need to

worry about money."

"And by the way," she wiped the counter and looked up at Amelia, "this place is meant for enjoying

coffee and desserts, not for you to gossip."

"The business is already problematic. Why are you acting so arrogant?" Amelia felt embarrassed about

failing to scare Stella in front of her colleagues.

"Fine, we'll leave. Just so you know, with all negative reviews, your shop is bound to run out of

business."

"What has it got to do with you?"

"Nothing, of course," Amelia smirked mockingly. "But it does have something to do with your husband.

Stella, a coffee shop should be a classy place. Yet, you insist on putting your husband here. Isn't that

seeking trouble for yourself?"

Stella changed colors and grasped the coffee cup in her hand.

"My husband hasn't stolen or robbed anyone. What's wrong with earning money through hard work?

Why would that be seeking trouble?"

"Because of his past..."

"The past is in the past!" Stella became increasingly agitated. "You don't need to keep reminding me."

"Annoyed, aren't you?" Amelia gloated over Stella's angry look.

She had never lost in a battle against Stella since they were little. She thought that by making Stella

marry Liam, Stella's life would be ruined, and she would be trampled on by everyone.

To her surprise, Stella's life was getting better.

Whenever Amelia thought about this, it felt like a needle stuck in her heart.

Now she finally caught this opportunity and wanted to humiliate Stella using any means necessary.

"Hey, how did you manage to get along with a criminal so well? I heard people like him carry the genes

of criminals, heh... I wonder if your children will inherit those genes too."

Stella glared at Amelia, but instead of arguing with her, Stella turned around and pressed the button on

the coffee machine.

The coffee machine roared, drowning out Amelia's sinister laughter.

She took it for Stella's fear and continued to mock. "Stella, your mental fortitude is truly impressive.

How do you do it? Teach me too!"

Stella lowered her head and made the coffee silently, not saying a word.

"Hey, teach me!" Amelia raised her voice. "Teach me!"

Suddenly, the sound of the coffee machine stopped.

Stella turned around abruptly and poured a cup of freshly made iced coffee directly over Amelia's head.

Caught off guard, Amelia felt a chilling sensation spreading from the top of her head, and her hair

became wet and disheveled. The coffee even stuck her false eyelashes together, ruining her makeup.

Everyone else was stunned, unable to move.

Stella smirked coldly. "Didn't you ask me to pour it on you?"

"I did. Do you feel better now?"

Amelia turned pale and trembled with anger.

"Stella! You... bi..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Stella raised another scalding cup of strong coffee, as if she was

about to pour it on Amelia.

Amelia screamed in terror and instinctively covered her face.

Stella's hand froze in mid-air, but ultimately, she put the cup back down.

"Amelia," she said, gritting her teeth, "listen to me carefully. I don't care how you treat me, but my

husband is my bottom line."

"If you dare to cross that line again, I'll make sure you suffer like hell."

"You..."

"Get out!" Stella yelled in rage.

Amelia stared at her blankly, her face filled with shock and hatred, but she didn't dare to cause any

more trouble.

Mia happened to enter the room at this moment and witnessed the chaotic scene unfolding before her.

Just by looking at the mess on the floor, she could guess what had happened.

She fretted, afraid that Stella would get the shorter end of the stick. Without a word, she rushed forward

and shoved Amelia away. Amelia stumbled and hit the corner of the table. The intense pain caused a

cold sweat to break out on her.

"Mia, have you lost your mind?" Amelia shouted hysterically, "How dare you push me!"

"I pushed you on purpose!" Mia stood protectively in front of Stella. "Are you here to cause trouble for

Stella?"

"Hmph, I came to offer her a business opportunity." Amelia rolled her eyes. "But you bite the hand that

feeds you. Both you and Stella are ungrateful dogs."

Instead of arguing with her further, Mia stepped forward and gave her a resounding slap.

In fact, she had intended to shield Stella and diffuse the situation.

But Amelia could bring out the most intense anger in people's hearts.

Seeing Amelia's arrogant demeanor, Mia couldn't help but want to curse at her. However, her mind

went blank in a fit of anger. Despite being usually articulate, she couldn't utter a single word at this

critical moment.

Since she couldn't curse, she might as well resort to violence.

Mia and Amelia began to brawl, pulling at each other's clothes and hair. Neither of them was willing to

back down.

Stella wanted to intervene but couldn't find an opportunity. The small café instantly turned into chaos,

even attracting the attention of passersby.

For the past few days, Jericho had been observing Noah from a discreet corner behind the courtyard.

When he heard the fighting, he couldn't help but worry because he had seen Mia walking in.

However, as he strode into the courtyard, he saw Mia was in high spirits and Amelia was disheveled,

realizing that his worries were unnecessary.

He loudly cleared his throat.

Among the screams of the women, his deep voice stood out.

The room instantly fell silent.

Jericho couldn't help but find it amusing. Mia still possessed the same valiant spirit and fighting

prowess as before.

"What... are you guys doing?" He entered the room with measured steps, suppressing a smile as he

looked at Stella. "Is the café owner no longer running a coffee shop but a martial arts academy?"

Stella took a deep breath and frowned.

The situation had already turned into a mess, and now this person came.

She forced herself to calm down, glancing at Mia and helping smooth her hair.

Mia remained cold-faced throughout, exchanging a glance with Jericho and flashing a self-deprecating

smile.

Jericho was accompanied by two of his subordinates, both towering figures with fierce appearances.

They easily intimidated those women.

Amelia suffered a great loss and was being supported by someone when she was about to shout a few

curses. Suddenly, she met Jericho's deep and chilling gaze.

She trembled abruptly, her mind going blank. She immediately lowered her head, avoiding his eyes.

Jericho became suspicious and discreetly observed her.

"Miss," he chuckled, looking at Amelia, "you seem seriously injured. Shall I take you to the hospital?"