My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 90

At that moment Liam’s mind raced. How? How did this happen?

Why didn’t he help?

His friend—Harrington—could have done something.

He could have stalled. Could have postponed the purchase.

Could have found a way to stop the sale.

But he didn’t, Instead, he sold the car to Raymond.

Willingly, and that only meant one thing.

Something was wrong, Something bigger was happening here.

At that moment in time Liam gritted his teeth, a sharp breath leaving his nose.

And with every fiber of his being, he knew—Raymond was behind all of it.

Because Raymond had said it.

He said he was going to show them soon, and he did.

Liam just didn’t know how.

Liam, Maria, and Chloe were furious.

Completely enraged.

Liam clenched fists was still on his pocket, he had nothing to say. Nothing that would change what just happened.

But Chloe? Her gaze snapped to Valentina.

Her expression twisted with disdain.

"Look at her," Chloe sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "Pretending to be all innocent."

Her tone sharpened even more. "Valentina is evil."

She scoffed. "She’s wicked."

Maria nodded in agreement, muttering under her breath. "She’s always playing the victim."

They clung to their bitterness.

Because they couldn’t accept reality, because Valentina won.

And they had no idea how.

Meanwhile, Valentina herself wasn’t focused on them.

Her thoughts were elsewhere.

Her mind raced, her brows furrowing slightly as she turned toward Raymond.

Her voice was low, laced with curiosity.

"How did you do it?" freewёbnoνel.com

Her eyes searched his face. "The manager isn’t just apologizing for no reason. Something happened."

Her chest tightened slightly. "Raymond, what did you do?"

Raymond—as calm as ever— simply smirked.

Effortlessly, he reached out, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear again.

Then, with the same smooth confidence, he gently patted her head.

His voice was soft, teasing.

"You worry too much."

A pause followed .

Then, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into something gentle, reassuring.

"But don’t worry, Valentina."

His lips brushed against her forehead in a light, lingering kiss.

"I’ll tell you everything soon."

Raymond’s smirk didn’t fade as he watched Valentina’s curiosity linger.

Finally, he exhaled lightly and leaned back in his seat.

"It’s simple," he said smoothly, his voice laced with quiet confidence.

"My father is close friends with the owner of this dealership."

Valentina’s eyes widened slightly, but she remained quiet, listening.

"I sent him a message, telling him exactly what happened."

Her brows lifted slightly in realization. "So... your father was the one who called the owner?"

Immediately Raymond nodded.

"They’ve known each other for years."

At that moment Valentina let the information settle. It made sense now.

The sudden shift in the manager’s behavior.

The desperation in his apology.

The fear in his voice, she glanced toward the manager, who still stood there, his posture tense.

Of course.

The dealership owner must have personally put him in his place.

Then a small, satisfied smile curled on her lips.

"That explains everything."

She nodded again, her body relaxing.

At least, they weren’t the ones getting humiliated today.

A small victory wouldn’t be bad after all.

The only thing nagging at her was the price of the car.

It was insane, but... she glanced at Raymond.

He had already assured her, Promised her.

And as long as it was him...She had nothing to worry about.

The atmosphere inside the dealership grew heavier with tension.

Even as Raymond and Valentina stood there, Harrington’s apologies didn’t stop.

But neither of them had forgiven him.

Not yet.

The manager’s voice trembled with desperation.

"Please... I’m truly sorry."

His hands were clasped together, his head lowered.

He wasn’t just apologizing—he was pleading.

"The connections this dealership has given me... the reputation I’ve built... all of it—gone if I lose this job."

His voice cracked slightly, and he forced a deep breath.

"This is my only source of income. My only way to survive."

However Raymond remained calm, unreadable.

Valentina crossed her arms, watching as the man continued to break down in front of them.

Then—without hesitation—he dropped to his knees.

Seeing what Harrington Just did.

Gasps rippled through the showroom.

The manager of an elite car dealership—kneeling?

His pride, his arrogance—all of it shattered.

His voice turned desperate. "Please, I beg you. Forgive me."

His forehead nearly touched the floor, his breathing uneven.

"I was wrong. I was blind. I thought you were just another pair of nobodies."

His head shook slightly, realization sinking deeper.

"But I was the fool."

Then his fingers curled into fists against the polished floor.

"I see now that you’re not just anybody."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

"I misjudged you, I misjudged everything."

And at that moment, he knew.

He had made a grave mistake.

And now, he was trying—desperately—to fix it.

The weight of the moment sank into the room like a crushing force.

The manager—a man who once carried himself with arrogance and authority—was now kneeling.

And for him to drop this low...It could only mean one thing.

He was in deep, deep trouble.

At that moment in time whispers erupted.

Soft at first—then spreading like wildfire.

Some of the bystanders exchanged nervous glances, their relief palpable.

"Thank God we didn’t say anything earlier."

"Seriously... if we had insulted them like the manager did..."

"...I’m sure we’d be the ones begging right now."

They silently thanked their stars that they had kept their mouths shut.

Because now, seeing the manager—this once-proud man—groveling on his knees...

They realized just how serious this was.

But not everyone understood.

Some stood there, their brows furrowed, their whispers confused.

"What’s happening?"

"Why is he acting like this?"

"Who exactly is Raymond?"

Meanwhile, others—afraid to even lift their heads—avoided looking at Raymond and Valentina directly.

Because if the manager was on his knees like this...

It meant the power these two commanded was far beyond anything they had imagined.

Liam, still standing in stunned silence, felt his stomach twist.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears, his fingers tightening into fists.

He had never—never—seen Harrington go this far before.

Not for anyone,this wasn’t just an apology.

This was desperation, this was fear.

And Liam didn’t need anyone to tell him—

Something was very, very wrong.