The CEO's Unplanned Heir novel Chapter 462

Ritchie whipped his head around, his eyes ablaze with irritation, "Who the hell are you? Are you out of your mind?"

"What's wrong with you?" Aurelia retorted, "Can't you just live a decent life instead of messing around? Can't you just behave for once?"

Aurelia didn't want to expose Ritchie's pretend rich guy act. She wanted to leave him with at least a bit of dignity.

Susan, red-faced with anger, stormed over hands on her hips, glaring at them. "I'm having a conversation with my husband, what's it to you? If you're not shopping, get lost."

Before she could finish her sentence, Emma lunged at her, her hand connecting with Susan's face with a sharp smack. "Bitch," Emma snarled, "Calling him your husband, have you even got married?"

Stunned by the slap, Susan turned to Ritchie for support, "Honey, this woman hit me, you need to teach her a lesson."

A dangerous gleam flashed across Ritchie's face as he raised his hand to strike Emma, only for it to be caught mid-air by someone else.

He turned to see Yuna, her face stern and somber. She had been standing guard outside with her bodyguards.

Ritchie recognized Yuna as the strong-willed woman who had once sent him flying with a single kick.

"What are you doing here?"

"Who are you?" Susan snapped at Yuna, "Why are you butting in?"

"This is my assistant," Aurelia replied coolly. Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the store heard her. The salesgirls glanced at each other, taken aback.

Susan was taken aback too. A woman dressed in thrift store clothes had an assistant?

Ritchie recognized Aurelia, and the woman who slapped Susan, his wife Emma.

"Isn't it normal for a man to cheat?" he asked defensively.

Emma pushed him away in anger, "You spend money on your mistress, while everything at home, from food to utilities, is paid for by me. Does that seem fair to you? I've moved out, and from now on, don't expect me to spend a penny on you. If you don't bring the money back, you and your parents can starve."

The shop assistants finally understood the wife had come to confront her husband's mistress.

Ritchie's face turned beet red, "Go home, and don't make a scene here."