Who Is the Nobody Here?

At twenty-six years of my life, I had never encountered anyone audacious enough to act so arrogantly in front of me.

“Pardon? What did you just ask me to say?”

“What, are you deaf?! Say ‘I’m a worthless poser, I’m sorry!’ Do I need to spell it out for you? “

I smirked. “I heard you. Since you’re aware that you’re a worthless poser, get out of my sight. Don’t waste my time!”

When Vivian finally realized she was being mocked, she flailed her arms and charged at me.

It was laughable to see her trying to attack me. I had a black belt in Taekwondo. Did she really think her flimsy punches would scare me?

I sent Vivian crashing to the floor with a single kick. She howled in pain.

The onlookers stared at me in horror. “Oh my gosh! Did she just do that to Ms. Morrow?”

“Mr. Goodwin is going to tear her to pieces once he hears about this.”

“Yeah, good luck to her. Not even God can save her.”

I felt nothing when I heard their whispers. The Goodwin family had only achieved their current status through my mother’s support. No one in this city could intimidate me.

I slammed my card on the counter again and said to the cashier, “Ring me up!”

The cashier, visibly shaken, fumbled as she processed my payment and wrapped up the gown.

I turned to leave with the bag in hand.

Vivian scrambled to stand up and blocked my path again. “You’re not going anywhere!”

I raised my fist and waved it in front of her face. “What’s the matter? Do you want to taste my fist again?”

Vivian flinched instinctively. I scoffed and strode past her.

Just then, a black car pulled up in front of the store. A man stepped out. I felt my heart skip a beat.

The man stood about 6”2’ feet tall. He had broad shoulders, long legs, and most importantly, a flawlessly sculpted face with sharp features that looked good from any angle.

Vivian immediately rushed over tearfully to tattle, “Luc, she stole my gown from me and even hit me!”

So, this was my fiance!

I had always been a sucker for good looks, and Lucas’s appearance was exactly my type.

Based on his looks alone, I felt I could forgive his previous rudeness.

I gave him my best smile. “Hi, I’m Lily Windsong, your fiancee.”

It was no wonder my mother said I would be satisfied with the man she had picked this time. She really knew me inside out!

The onlookers immediately erupted in gasps.

“What? She’s Mr. Goodwin’s fiancee?!”

“Between a fiancee and a sister in all but blood, obviously the fiancee comes first. No wonder she’s acting so bold!”

“Not necessarily! It still depends on who Mr. Goodwin favors more!”

Lucas looked at me coldly. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. My father arranged this engagement without my consent. I never agreed to it.”

Vivian, who stood beside him, wrapped her arm around his and leaned intimately against his shoulder. She shot me a provocative glance.

“Look at yourself! There is no way Luc would ever marry an ugly creature like you!”

Someone chimed in, “Exactly! If Mr. Goodwin were to marry, it would be to some rich girl from a proper family with equal status. Not some country bumpkin like you!”

“With her looks, Goodwin’s Group wouldn’t even hire her to mop floors!”

I had never considered myself a stunning beauty, but I was certainly not ugly. How could they describe me in such derogatory terms?

This proved how people instinctively curry favor with the powerful and took advantage of those in misfortune.

“Lucas Goodwin, go home and tell your father that I’m calling off this engagement. You don’t deserve me.”