Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor) novel Chapter 121

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.