My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 91

Seeing what was going on they couldn’t tell Something big was definitely wrong.

Maria and Chloe stood frozen, their faces pale, their bodies stiff.

They couldn’t say a word.

They couldn’t even process what was happening.

Shock gripped them completely.

And then—the sales attendants entered.

They carried a stack of documents, crisp and official.

One of them cleared his throat nervously.

"Sir, everything is ready."

The room felt heavier.

Immediately Liam’s eyes flickered to the paperwork in their hands, his stomach twisting into knots.

And then—the moment that shattered everything.

Raymond’s payment was processed.

Three million, Successful.

The sound of the confirmation notification felt like a final blow.

At that moment Maria’s breath hitched.

Chloe’s fingers trembled slightly.

He actually bought it.

Three million—just like that.

Meanwhile, Raymond remained effortlessly composed.

A slow smirk crept onto his lips as he picked up the pen.

His voice was silky smooth, teasing, deliberate.

"Now, this... this is the kind of car that befits my wife."

His words hung in the air, unshakable.

And then, he turned to Valentina.

With that same confident charm, he handed her the pen.

"Go on, sweetheart. Let them see your beautiful signature."

His gaze flickered toward the stunned crowd for just a second, his smirk deepening.

"After all, not everyone gets the privilege of signing off on a car worth this much."

His voice dripped with meaning.

Everyone knew who he was referring to.

And Chloe knew it too, It was Her.

Raymond’s words were aimed straight at her.

A direct hit, Normally, she would have snapped back.

Would have lashed out. Would have thrown insults.

But now? Now, she couldn’t even move.

Because she was too damn shocked.

At that moment in time the weight of the moment still hung thick in the air.

Valentina had already signed the document, sealing the deal. The car was officially hers.

Yet, the manager remained on his knees begging.

His pride? Gone.

His dignity? Shattered.l, but Valentina still didn’t want to forgive him easily.

He overstepped his boundaries.

He humiliated them without hesitation.

And now, here he was, on the floor, trembling with regret.

At that moment She crossed her arms, her gaze cool and calculating.

But then... she reconsidered.

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

Maybe he had learned his lesson, maybe this was enough.

So, she tilted her head slightly, her voice measured.

"Tell me, will you ever look down on anyone again?"

Immediately the manager’s head shot up, his face pale. "Never! Never again!"

His voice cracked, filled with desperation.

"I swear it! I’ll never judge someone by their appearance again! Please... please forgive me!"

Valentina studied him carefully.

His fear was real.

His remorse? Genuine.

She exhaled slowly.

"Since you’ve learned your place... I won’t hold this against you anymore."

Hearing what Valentina just said q rush of relief flooded the manager’s face.

He bowed deeply. "Thank you, Miss Valentina! Thank you so much!"

But then—Raymond spoke.

His voice was calm. Steady. Absolute.

"No."

Immediately the manager froze.

Everyone’s eyes snapped toward Raymond.

His gaze was sharp, unwavering.

"She’s not forgiving you."

A pause followed.

"And neither am I."

So hearing what Raymond just said, the manager’s eyes opened wide. His mouth fell open, but no words came out. His body started to shake a little because Raymond said he wasn’t going to forgive him.

"Mr. Raymond," he said in a small voice.

"Please forgive me. I made a big mistake. I was wrong. Please forgive me, sir."

But Raymond just stood there quietly, looking at him. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes were cold, and the manager could see that Raymond was not going to listen to him anymore.

The manager felt very afraid now. His legs felt weak, and he slowly got down on his knees, begging even more.

"Please, Mr. Raymond," he cried, almost shouting now.

"I know I did something bad. Please forgive me! I promise, it will never happen again. I will never do anything to hurt or humiliate your wife again. Please, sir!"

Raymond looked down at the manager, who was now lying flat on the floor, begging. Raymond’s face showed that he wasn’t happy. He slowly pointed his finger at the manager, his voice calm but serious.

"I just want to know," Raymond said quietly, "who gave you the right to insult my wife? Who told you that you can humiliate her when I’m standing right here? You could pick a fight with anyone, but you chose to pick a fight with my wife. I just wanted to know who gave you the right."

So the manager pressed his face even closer to the floor. His voice shook as he begged. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"Mr. Raymond, please," he said, almost crying now. "Nobody gave me the right. I acted very foolishly. I am very, very sorry. Please forgive me just this once. I promise it will never happen again."

At that moment Raymond stood tall, looking down at him without any pity in his eyes. He spoke slowly, each word clear and strong.

"I don’t forgive anyone who tries to disrespect my wife," Raymond said coldly. "What you did today is far beyond unforgivable."

The manager’s heart sank when he heard this. His whole body trembled as he begged even louder.

"Please, Mr. Raymond! I’m begging you! Please, have mercy on me!"

Chloe and Maria stood still, watching everything happen. Their mouths opened in surprise, but no words came out. They had never seen Raymond like this before—so commanding, so strong. He looked like someone they didn’t even know. They didn’t expect him to be this commanding.

Chloe turned slowly and looked at her mother. Her eyes were full of surprise and questions. She leaned closer and whispered softly, "Mother, is this really the same Raymond we found sleeping under the bridge?"

Maria shook her head quietly, still looking at Raymond with wide eyes. "I don’t know, Chloe. He looks different—like he’s not even the same man. He acts like someone else is living inside him."

Valentina watched everything carefully. She saw Raymond breathing fast, still looking angrily at the manager who lay on the floor. Valentina slowly stepped closer and gently touched Raymond’s arm.

"Raymond," Valentina said softly, her voice sweet and calm.

"Please, calm down. I know you’re angry, and you have the right to be. But look, the manager is very sorry. He really knows he did wrong."