Bedmates Soulmates
CHAPTER 270

Austyn clenched his jaw.

He should not have let Kira out of his sight.

The woman was like a magnet for trouble.

He pulled up short when he took in the scene.

Kai almost bumped into his back. 'Boss?'

They were still in the crowd.

'Are we not going out there to rescue Young Madam?"

'Seems like there's no need to.' Austyn joined the group of rubbernecks.

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From his vantage point, he could see the faces of all three women.

It was one against two, but Kira seemed to have the upper hand.

She had a smile on her face and a confident air about her.

Gone was the helpless girl with scratch marks on her face and tears in her eyes back at the hospital.

Meanwhile, Georgina and whatshername looked like a couple of cats on a hot tin roof.

'The wine ruined my dress,' Kira said. 'Then your friend here stepped on it. The hem is ripped and impossible to repair. What do you plan to do about it?" Georgina gritted her teeth.

Her face was flushed.

She was mortified to find herself thrown into the spotlight.

She craved attention, but this was the wrong kind.

'My friend already apologised. What more do you want?'

'A half-hearted "I'm sorry" is not going to cut it.' Kira sneered. 'Didn't your mom teach you that if you break it, you're gonna have to buy it? Even little kids know this. You're both adults, I presume. Do I really need to teach you what to do?" Alissa glowered at Kira. 'You-'

'I what?' Kira shot back.

She turned a half circle and lifted the hem of her dress, its silk fabric shimmering under the brilliant white light.

Once she made sure the audience got a good look, she said, 'I'm sure those with a discerning eye can tell this is an Atelier Versace. It's hand-made haute couture and there are only six of them in the world. If you refuse to offer compensation for such a valuable item, I'm afraid I'll- have to see you in court.

Kira hoped no one noticed the slight tremor in her voice.

She had no idea how much the dress cost.

She prayed that none of the audience members worked in the fashion industry.

All that stuff she said just now, she'd heard from one of the stylists.

'Mr McCarthy must have some powerful connections,' the stylist had said. "There's only one of this dress in Stamford and five in the rest of the world. I heard rumours that Kayleigh Woods-you know, the actress with a pretty face and nothing between the ears-tried and failed to get her hands on the dress."

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The stylist had run her fingers gingerly and lovingly over the silk fabric, with the same kind of look that Kira had when she saw butterscotch ice cream.

Kira had felt uneasy.

She wanted to change into something that didn't cost more than an apartment, but the stylist wouldn't hear of it.

At the buffet table just now, she took tiny bites of her food and stayed away from anything that was a potential splash hazard.

But the dress got ruined anyway.

Kira kept the smile on her face. 'So? Ladies, have you decided on who's going to pay? I take both cash and cheque, but not IOU slips.'

The audience burst into laughter.

"The lady's a comedian."

'She's right though. The woman in the black dress is clearly at fault.'

'How much do you think the dress costs?'