A Cue for Love novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 The Clown

Belle pursed her lips, her gaze filled with disbelief.

I bribed people to switch Natalie’s gift, so why doesn’t her box contain the gift that I had prepared? Where did things go wrong?

Belle was overconfident and thought that her plan was flawless, which was why she said all those things without even sparing a glance at what was in Natalie’s box.

However, Natalie was not the joke now.

She was!

“Belle…” Natalie walked up to Belle and raised a brow. “Is there anything wrong with my gift to Old Mr. Watsons that’s worth making such a fuss over?”

At those words, the silent crowd started whispering.

“What is wrong with Belle today?”

“Belle has always been known for her elegance in our circle. Why is she acting like this today?”

“Don’t you think that she looks like she has been possessed? She looks weird…”

Belle’s face drained of all color before subsequently turning bright red.

“I…”

“You said that I was cursing Old Mr. Watsons, right?”

Natalie’s red lips parted as she continued, “I gave him a Medicine King Bodhisattva to wish him good health and longevity. I’m not sure what taboo I’ve committed.”

Belle bit her lower lip until it bled, but she still could not find a way to explain herself out of this.

The sculpture’s price, aesthetics, and meaning were faultless and could not be criticized in any way.

She wanted nothing more than to give herself a fierce slap across the face.

Why did I interrogate Natalie in public like that without first checking the gift?

Shawn’s gaze was icy.

Max was livid, but chose to not express his anger on account of the relationship between the Watsons and Green family. Instead, he spoke up, “Belle must have had too much to drink tonight and saw wrongly.”

Natalie smiled coolly. “Indeed.”

Now that Max himself had come forward to smooth things over, Natalie did not pursue Belle’s attempt at defamation any further.

Belle’s heart was in her throat. Her hands trembling, the box fell out onto the floor and the “gift” came rolling out.

At first, the crowd could not see what the gift was, but now it was clear for everyone to see.

The hall was so silent that one could have heard a pin drop.

No one dared to say anything, and some people even held their breaths.

There was a dead bloodied black cat on the carpet.

The black cat looked as though it had suffered a painful, agonizing death some time ago.

Its black eyes were blown wide and frozen in a fierce stare, and its amber pupils looked frighteningly pitiful.

Other than the black cat’s corpse, many cotton balls filled with blood rolled out.

Belle clutched her chest and gasped for air.

This was the present that I prepared for Natalie.

How did it become the present that I ended up giving?