THE FORGOTTEN HUSBAND’S REVENGE!

Chapter 16: Step Aside!

Othniel blinked as Ashley called out to him and he straightened up. “You don’t have the right to speak to my fiancée in that manner. I was only wondering what a beautiful woman would be doing with a low class like you. Maybe if she was with someone better, her life would have been easier than what I have heard.”

Maxwell raised a brow as he listened to him speak. Ashley was enraged.

“Othniel, you were supposed to stand up for me and not my cousin!”

Othniel ignored her and continued. “Perhaps if she arranged to be my mistress, I can set her up for a meeting with the vice president too.”

Ashley’s eyes widened with shock. “What?!”

Arabella’s face darkened as she glared at Othniel. “Your mistress? Aren’t you engaged to Ashley?”

Othniel’s brows furrowed. “I’m entitled to have any one I want and no one is an exception. Especially seeing you are the one who is in need of help.”

Othniel’s smug grin widened as he looked at the gathered crowd. Reporters were nearby, and several other businessmen were watching the scene at the entrance.

"Look at her," Othniel announced, his voice booming. "The rejected granddaughter of the Zade is so desperate she’s come to the gates of Forest Hills with a beggar for a husband. Arabella, let’s be real. My fiancé Ashley here is the one with the talent. You? You're just a pretty face in a cheap suit."

He stepped closer, licking his lips in a disgusting manner. "I'll make the offer again. One night at the Grand Hotel with me, and I’ll walk you past those guards myself. Otherwise, you and your beggar can spend the day on the sidewalk with the rest of the trash."

Ashley didn't even look offended by the mistress comment anymore. Her face was filled with joy at seeing Arabella humiliated. "Hear that, Arabella? That's the only way a woman like you gets through those doors. Maybe Maxwell can wait in the car while you do your business? After all, I’m sure that’s how you got Nathan in your web, it won’t be your first time, would it?”

Arabella’s body trembled with rage as she spat. “You both… you are disgusting!”

“I take that as a no then,” Othniel smirked. He turned towards the head of the security, a 6’3 man standing by the revolving doors. “Hey, look at these two. They don’t have an appointment. Make sure they don’t go close to the doors, they will ruin it with their flirt.”

The Chief of Security walked forward. Ashley and Othniel stood tall, expecting the guard to shove Maxwell and Arabella into the street.

Maxwell finally moved. He stepped in front of Othniel. Othniel’s lungs suddenly felt tight as Maxwell’s domineering aura washed over him as his eyes narrowed on him.

“Othniel Waters,” Maxwell said in a low, threatening voice. “There’s one sin I do not forgive and that’s humiliating my wife. In five minutes, your contracts with Forest Hills will be terminated. In ten minutes, your Peniel Group will be blacklisted across the city. And in fifteen minutes... I'm going to decide what to do with that tongue of yours."

Othniel’s smirk instantly disappeared as color drained from his face, his skin turning pale. “You… you are just bluffing! You’re nothing but a useless bluffer and if any of these things would happen, I would eat my own head!”

The Chief of Security reached them and Ashley smirked.

“Sir, this beggar is threatening my fiancé! Throw them out. They do not belong here.”

The Chief of Security ignored Ashley entirely. He stood at a rigid military attention, his eyes fixed on a point behind Maxwell.

“Step aside," the Chief growled.

“You heard him, Maxwell! Move!" Othniel cheered.

But the Chief wasn't talking to Maxwell. He put a hand on Othniel’s chest and shoved him backward so hard the man stumbled and fell onto the concrete.



"I said step aside," the Chief roared at Othniel and Ashley. "You're blocking the path for our VIP guests."