The Day Love Betrayed Me and Never the Plan 135

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Before Chloe could even get a word out, Bertha’s sharp, sarcastic voice interrupted. 

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She said, “Pretty girls these days, most of them aren’t exactly sains. You’d better watch yourself, or you’ll end up getting played so hard you won’t even have your underwear left.” 

Chloe was speechless. 

She snapped, “Listen, old lady, you’re old, fat, and ugly. Even if you tried to trick someone out of their underwear, nobody would even want to take it off for you.” 

That hit Bertha right where it hurt. She was always sensitive about people talking about her looks. 

She raised her hand, ready to slap Chloe, her jowls shaking with rage. 

She snapped, “You little bitch, do you even know who I am? Cross me, and I’ll skin 

you 

alive.” 

But before her hand could land, the boy grabbed her wrist. 

Facing Bertha’s piercing gaze, the boy felt a surge of fear, but steeled himself and said, “Lady, I just saw someone snatch a piece of charcoal from your stall and run off.” 

Bertha exclaimed, “What?” 

She shot up immediately, her eyes scanning the crowd. Sure enough, she spotted a figure darting away at top speed. 

She planted her hands on her hips and started yelling, “You bastard! Stealing my charcoal? Hope your whole damn family suffers for this.” 

She kept cursing, but her feet didn’t budge an inch. 

She couldn’t risk chasing after that one thief and leaving her whole stall of charcoal unguarded. 

Bertha’s rage was redirected, and she gave Chloe a death glare, but didn’t bother saying anything else. 

Chloe couldn’t even be bothered to argue. Regular folks like Bertha were so beneath her. She could squash her like a bug with just one finger. 

She regarded them as some clowns trying to put on a show. 

The boy man put down a long wooden board in front of Chloe. 

He said, “Miss, you want to use this board to set up your stall, right? Feel free to use it, just give it back when you’re done.” 

Bertha snorted again, “These days, being a seductress really pays off. Just bat your lashes at a guy, and there’s nothing you can’t get from them.” 

She was obviously mocking Chloe for getting the board for free, hinting that she must’ve just flirted her way into it. 

Chloe was so mad that she had to laugh. She thought, ‘Honestly, if I killed her just because she pissed me off, where’s the fun 

in that?‘ 

So, she casually pulled out two muffins from her backpack. 

Each one was about the size of a grown man’s hand. 

Chloe said to the boy, “How about I buy this board off you? Will these muffins cover it?” 

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As soon as the muffins appeared, its mouthwatering aroma instantly filled the air, making the nearby refugees‘ stomachs rumble even louder. 

Every single one of them stared hungrily at the muffins in Chloe’s hands, like a pack of starving wolves eyeing their prey. 

Seeing both siblings frozen in shock, Chloe asked, “Not enough? 

The boy was so excited he started stammering, “Enough, enough that’s more than enough.” 

The siblings exchanged a glance, their eyes brimming with tears of excitement. They brought the muffins to their noses, inhaling the rich aroma, then took tiny bites. 

After that, they carefully tucked the rest of the breads into their arms, holding them close like treasures. 

The little girl said, “These muffins smell so good.” 

The boy swallowed hard, gently stroking his sister’s hair, which was as dry and brittle as straw. 

He said, “You eat yours. I’ll save mine to trade for some grass cakes.” 

One of these muffins could be traded for enough grass cakes to last the two of them more than ten days if they rationed carefully. 

The boy just couldn’t bring himself to eat it. 

The little girl licked her lips and said, “Actually, let’s not eat them If we trade both muffins for grass cakes, we’ll be able to survive for another whole month!” 

Chloe rolled her eyes, her tone dry as she said, “Seriously, look at all those hungry eyes staring at you. If I were you, I’d eat that bread right now. 

“Otherwise, forget about keeping the muffins; you might not even make it out of the Trade Market in one piece.” 

Inside the Trade Market, there were armed guards keeping things under control, so thugs and refugees didn’t dare make a move. But once one stepped outside, anything could happen. 

So even though the place was crowded, most people were just lurking, watching for anyone with supplies, hoping to snatch something without lifting a finger. 

The little girl didn’t hesitate. She said to the boy, “Why don’t we just eat them now?” 

It had been ages since they’d tasted anything this delicious. She could hardly remember what bread like this even tasted like. 

The boy looked around at all those hungry eyes, and a wave of fear made cold sweat break out on his back. 

He gritted his teeth and finally decided, “Alright, let’s eat.” 

He thought, ‘Even if we die right after, at least we have had one good meal. 

Just then, Bertha started screeching, her sharp, narrow eyes going wide and round in shock. 

She barked, “Where’d you get those muffins?” 

“None of your damn business,” Chloe shot back. 

Bertha rolled up her sleeves and started yelling at the top of her lungs. 

She snapped, “You’re just a seductress, aren’t you? Bet your sugardaddy gave them to you!” 

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Chloe suddenly broke into a killer smile, her drop–dead gorgeous face looking like it could steal your soul. 

She playfully ran her fingers through her bangs. 

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She said, “Hey, what can I do? When you’re this pretty, all it takes is saying I’m hungry, and guys will trip over themselves to hand over their stuff” 

Then Chloe shot Bertha a look full of contempt, shaking her head and clicking her tongue, 

She sneered, “Unlike you: pig–faced and covered in freckles. Damn, you’re ugly. I bet even your own husband can’t stand the sight of you.” 

Chloe had already figured out Bertha’s biggest trigger: she couldn’t stand being called ugly, and she downright hated anyone who looked better than her. 

As she spoke, Chloe pinched her nose in disgust. 

She sneered, “You fat slob, how many years has it been since you took a shower? You reek so bad. Did you get dragged out of a cesspit or something?” 

Seeing Bertha’s face darken with rage and her breathing get all heavy, Chloe clutched her chest in mock alarm and backed away a little. 

Chloe said, “Oh wow, are you really getting mad at me now? Hey, I’m just a straight shooter. I always tell it like it is. Don’t take it so personally, alright?” 

Chloe kept roasting her, and Bertha was so furious she looked like she might just keel over from rage. 

With everyone around stifling their laughter and shooting her those looks, Bertha just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. 

She snapped, “You little bitch, I’m coming for you!” 

Bertha sprang to her feet, her bulk radiating aggression. When it came to a fight, she was never afraid of anyone. 

But just as Bertha was about to throw a punch, she totally blanked out, just staring at Chloe like she’d seen a ghost. 

Chloe, cool as ever, started pulling out all sorts of stuff from her backpack, one item after another. 

There was bread, pasta, beef stew, muffins, and even raviolis. 

And besides all that, there were stacks of rations, biscuits, and bottles of fresh mineral water. 

But the real jaw–dropper? Every single thing was perfectly packed, and when Chloe took them out, they were still steaming hot. 

All around, everyone’s stomachs started growling at once, the sound rippling through the crowd. 

Dozens of hungry eyes were glued to that tiny patch of ground, looking ready to snap and lose it any second. 

Even the soldiers on patrol, guns slung over their shoulders, couldn’t help but lick their lips hungrily. 

In the shadows, there were already several gangs of thugs sizing Chloe up, plotting their move. 

They shot each other a look, excitement written all over their faces. 

They thought, “This chick is smoking hot; we can trade her for a pile of cores. Most importantly, she’s got a ton of supplies. We’re gonna get rich off her.