Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband Chapter 90

Chapter 90 Confirm It Myself
“I didn’t mean to. How could she hit me like that? I’ve never been slapped since I was a child. It hurts so much…”
Behind Eason, Mia continued sobbing, trying to evoke his sympathy with her tears of helplessness.
Ever since Eason discovered them sleeping together earlier in the morning, he hadn’t looked at her directly and had been
avoiding her, even leaving the ship without waiting for her.
However, halfway through Mia’s words, she noticed Byron coldly glaring at her with his suffocating eyes.
What was even more unbearable than his gaze were his cold words. “Your parents failed to teach you properly when you
were young, and she had to do it for them. Isn’t that nice?”
“Mr. Hansen, have I offended you? Why do you always take Cora’s side whenever we have a conflict?”
Mia felt wronged and was on the verge of asking outright if there was any personal relationship between him and Cora.
After all, she was going to be Eason’s wife, his family!
But Mia’s blunt questioning made others uncomfortable.
Setting aside Eason, even Jane felt she was being stripped of her dignity.
“Why do I side with her and not with you? Then why don’t you reflect on yourself?”
Byron’s counter-question made Mia feel like she might have crossed a line, Byron’s bottom line.
“I…” Mia wanted to say something more, but Jane hurriedly interrupted their conversation.
“Byron, actually, we are not directly involved in this matter, so we can’t be sure who is right or wrong. Moreover, Dr. Lane
has already slapped Mia just now, so no one has gained an advantage in this matter. Let’s just let it go for the sake of
me.”
Enter title…
Although Mia’s words hurt her deeply, this matter had been a joint effort to get rid of the recording evidence from Cora’s
hands and concerned their joint interests.
Byron squinted at Jane for a while, and just when Jane was about to doubt her own words, he spoke again, “I can let this
matter go, but from now on, you’d better have less contact with such a person.”
On the surface, it seemed like he agreed to put this matter behind, but in reality, he made it clear that Mia was now on his
blacklist.
In the future, no one in New York’s upper-class circles would dare to let Mia into any event where Byron was present.
To put it bluntly, Mia had completely lost access to various top-tier luxury events in New York, which was a significant blow
to her.
Mia naturally understood the implications of this decision and urgently looked to Jane for help, but before she could say
something, Jane glared at her and smiled at Byron. “I understand. Byron, you can go rest in your room for now, and I will
inform you when the party starts.”
Byron nodded slightly and left the beach.
Jane immediately started organizing people to search for Cora’s phone on the beach and asked the resort staff to lead
everyone back to their rooms for a brief rest.
As for Mia, who had been trying to talk to Jane on the side, she became almost invisible.
Fed up with her, Jane said, “Didn’t you see how chaotic the situation is right now? Can’t you wait until I handle all this?”
Mia could only give up.
Meanwhile, Cora went to take a shower after entering her room.
But halfway through, she saw Byron leaning against the bathroom door.
His tall frame made the not-so-spacious bathroom even more crowded.
What made Cora most uncomfortable was his aggressively roaming gaze all over her body.
Pretending to be calm, Cora reached for a towel from the shelf and wrapped it around her body.
Ready to leave the bathroom, she teased Byron, “Mr. Hansen, you should be helping your fiancée prepare for her birthday
party instead of peeping here.”
Since Cora left with Carter first, ignorant that Byron had shut down Mia’s future with just a few words, she only felt that he
had implicitly approved of Jane’s appeasement approach, which upset her.
But when she passed by Byron, he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her towel away.
“What are you doing?” Annoyed, Cora tried to snatch the towel back from his hand
“I was accused of peeping. Don’t I need to confirm it myself?” Byron teased, raising the towel just high enough to be out of
Cora’s reach.