Chapter 4 Giada, You're Truly Disgusting

Giada halted, not turning around, but she could still hear Samuel's biting words. "Giada, I'll have someone bring your things down. Don't soil my company's floors. Don't you see how disgusting you are?" His voice was cold and sharp, cutting through the air like lightning and hitting Giada right in the chest. The one who was truly filthy was him, yet he twisted everything and blamed her. Anger flared inside her as she spun to face him, her gaze sharp and lazy, with a touch of disdain. "Samuel, aren't you even worse?" Her eyes flicked meaningfully at Tilda, standing beside him. Although her words weren't aimed at Tilda, the woman couldn't shake the feeling that Giada had just insulted her. "Samuel ... " Tilda gritted her teeth while glaring at Giada with venomous, icy eyes. Samuel leaned in and kissed Tilda on the cheek, deliberately pressing his lips softly to her skin. "Tilda, be good. Later, I'll go get that ice cream cake you like." Giada's fists tightened in fury, unwilling to look at the painful scene. She used to love ice cream cake too, but Samuel would never let her have any, always saying it would hurt her because she had a weak constitution. It wasn't about her health—it was just that he didn't want to get it for her. This was the difference between love and indifference. Tilda leaned against Samuel, beaming happily, relishing in the attention she was receiving. Samuel narrowed his eyes, his gaze lingering on Giada. She seemed different today—though she had always been cold, she had never been this confrontational. He noticed her outfit—a bright red suit that hugged her figure, bold and radiant, a stark contrast to the subdued Giada he once knew. What caught him off guard even more was her new haircut. She had always kept her hair long because he had once told her, "I love your long hair." Now, it was cut into a sleek bob, sharp and confident, while her red suit contrasted with her calm, composed, and self-assured eyes. Giada didn't want to engage with them. She called a colleague to have her things sent down from her old desk. She had no intention of stepping into Samuel's company again. A few minutes later, her colleague arrived with the items she had requested. She glanced at the file box, nodded, and without saying a word, got into the car and drove off. Tilda hadn't expected Giada to be so lucky. No matter how much Tilda tried to undermine her, Giada always seemed to end up surrounded by wealthy people. This was even better—Tilda could finally claim Samuel as her own. "Samuel, Giada's new man must be really rich. The car she drives is even more expensive than yours." Samuel's expression darkened, his face unreadable. The man in Giada's life had a complicated background. For the past month, Samuel had been unable to find out anything about Giada or the man she was with. "She's divorced from me now. We're done from here on out." Samuel stood tall and started walking toward the car parked nearby. Tilda watched him, her frustration mounting. For the past month, she'd been by Samuel's side, doing everything she could to win his heart. But despite all her efforts, he never stayed at her place, though he always doted on her. "Samuel, wait for me!" Tilda called out, rushing to catch up with him. She climbed into the car with him. That evening, she learned about a rare violet diamond's auction at a charity gala. She was determined to make sure Samuel placed the highest bid, so they could make it as their wedding ring. Samuel had called her earlier that morning to say he'd take her to the auction. She had dressed up beautifully and was excited for the evening. ... Giada had barely left the estate when she got a call from her grandfather. "Hey, Grandpa." "There's going to be an auction for a violet diamond tonight. No matter what it costs, make sure you get it." Giada was taken aback. "I thought you liked rosary beads. When did you start liking diamonds?" "Forget about that. Just make sure you get it. I have my reasons." Giada chuckled lightly. "Okay! I'll go later. Have someone bring me the invitation."