Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart
Chapter 49 - 49: Taking our stuff and not returning it, have you no shame?

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Taking our stuff and not returning it, have you no shame?

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The boss was a genuine Country W native, babbling a long string of sentences. Enna Clark didn’t understand a single word. She gestured with the ring in her hand, trying to communicate using the few Country W words she knew.

Suddenly, a spoiled voice cut in, “Wow, such a beautiful ring. Husband, I want the one she’s holding! Can you buy it for me?”

Hearing the familiar language, Enna turned her head.

Not far from her stood a man and a woman.

The man was probably in his early forties, fat and slightly bald, with an intriguing ugliness. The woman clinging to him seemed to be around 20 years old, with a melon-seed face, big eyes, ink-black waist-length hair, and an extraordinarily pure and charming appearance.

The two of them standing together formed a stark contrast.

Enna couldn’t help but stare for a moment—anyone would do a double-take at such a pairing. For some reason, her gaze seemed to annoy the woman. The woman raised an angry eyebrow and glared at Enna, shouting rudely, “What are you looking at? Haven’t you seen a beautiful woman? Country bumpkin!”

Enna was never the kind of person who would respond to a slap with a smile. The corner of her mouth twisted, and she replied lightly, “Indeed, I’ve never seen a beautiful woman who spews filth.”

She emphasized the phrase “spews filth” very clearly.

The woman’s face suddenly changed, and her glare at Enna became even more hostile. She clung to the man’s arm again and whined, “Husband, I want that ring! ”

Enna acted as if she hadn’t heard, still holding the ring and gesturing with the boss.

The woman gritted her teeth and squeezed the man’s hand, increasing the intensity of her tone, “Husband!”

Unable to bear her nagging, the man stepped forward and pointed to the ring in Enna’s hand, muttering something to the stall owner.

The stall owner suddenly understood and held up two fingers. The man took out his wallet and handed 30 dollars to the boss.

Then he turned to Enna and said, “Miss, I bought this ring. Please give it to me.”

Enna took a step back with the ring and refused, “Sorry, I had my eyes on it first. I can’t give it to you.”

The woman ignored reason and seeing that Enna wouldn’t give in, she started shrieking, “We’ve already paid for it! How dare you hold onto our stuff and not give it back? Have you no shame?”

Her voice was loud and shrill, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

“What’s going on? Are they quarreling?”

“It seems they’re fighting over the ring. The lady saw the ring first but couldn’t speak Country W’s language clearly to negotiate the price with the boss. The beautiful woman who was cursing also wanted the ring, had her husband pay, and is now demanding the previous lady hand over the ring.”

“Who would take advantage of this situation?” Someone couldn’t stand it.

Yet, some people thought there was nothing wrong, “They paid first, so it should belong to whoever paid first.”

Still, someone saw through it, “I think the beautiful woman who stole the ring doesn’t really like it. She just likes to take other people’s things. Look, that silver ring is for men. Her husband’s fingers are already covered in rings. Why would he need that one?”

The people around them whispered and pointed.

The man couldn’t bear it anymore, his face becoming slightly unpleasant as he turned to Enna and stepped forward. “Miss, what will it take for you to give us the ring?”

Seeing that Enna was alone, young, and not dressed conspicuously, he looked down on her. He pulled out two 15-dollar bills from his wallet and threw them in front of Enna. “Is this enough?”

He was simply insulting her!

Enna’s face turned white, and she was about to throw the money back at him.

At that moment, a familiar voice came from the crowd, “Pfft! Are you seriously flaunting your miserly 30 dollars?”