Seeing the caller ID, she lifted the screen in front of my face, smugness overflowing.
"My husband must've heard you bullied me. He's coming to help me!"
She tapped the speaker button and answered sweetly, her voice turning syrupy in an instant.
"Hubby! When are you getting here?"
"You won't believe it—the makeup artist today isn't even a virgin!"
"You know my parents hate anything unlucky!"
"What am I supposed to do now?"
On the phone, Maverick's voice sounded anxious. "Where is she? Where is she right now?"
Eliza shot me a sideways glance. "She's in my room."
"She's just a gold-digger. She even tried to extort money from me just now—so disgusting—"
Before she could finish, Maverick cut her off sharply. "Don't touch her. Stay where you are. I'm coming—right now!"
Then he hung up.
Eliza stared at her phone for a few seconds, stunned, before awkwardly putting it away.
Her bridesmaids immediately crowded around her, eyes full of envy.
"Mr. Peterson really treats you so well! The moment he heard something had happened to you, he couldn't wait to rush over!"
"Exactly! It's not even the scheduled time yet—so domineering!"
"Eliza, you're so lucky!"