The Billionaire's Kept Woman

Chapter 312 - Tracey Vs Wendy

It's hot outside and she was very much too lazy to go out. Anyway, she could tell her assistant to buy things that she wanted to eat. She sighed and thought that there are things that she should do. Including visiting the shop. So, she turned around, picked up her purse, and called the driver to get ready in five minutes.

She went to the bathroom and put on more sunscreen. She re-touched her make-up and then, she took her coat and put it on. Then, she left her office and went directly to the parking lot. Her phone rang and she quickly answered it and put the earpiece on her ear.

"Babe," She said as she entered the car.

"Hey, darling. Where to?"

"I am going to visit the shops. Why?"

"Well, I was planning on doing a few things. Like, probably a honeymoon with my wife."

"Huh," She raised her brows as she checked her nails. Then the driver entered.

"Where to, Madam?"

She said the location as she sat sideways and sighed.

"So?" She asked him. "What else?"

"Well, I want to have sex with you in Bali."

"Huh?" She asked. "You knew well that I have a hectic schedule?"

"I do. I know it very well." Ian chuckled. "Babe, let's do something very crazy. How about a private island? I can buy one maybe somewhere in Hawaii or maybe we can buy one in the Bahamas? Which one do you prefer?"

"Babe, just do whatever you want. I will be with you back home. I still have to decorate a few things back in our house."

"Uhuh, I bought a few things darling, and set it up. Just tell me what you want."

"Okay," She started telling him in detail every piece of furniture and sheet in their bedroom. Her husband has to buy that from out of the country. She grinned as she already imagined that he was recording their conversation when he first asked what she wanted. "Did you get it?"

"I am very flexible, babe. Now, sex tonight?"

She flushed and laughed.

"Wait for me, okay? You can pick me up."

"Great, wear jeans."

"Okay, I will."

"I love you, baby. Can't wait to bury my face in your beauties."

"Sure." She giggled.

The car was parked in front of the shop.

"It won't take long." She said as she entered and then she smiled at the staff who greeted her. She looked at the customers and there were a lot but one thing that caught her attention. Wendy Charles is on the love sofa, with her crossed legs as she tortures a few of her staff.

"Wendy Charles?" She smiled. "What a surprise?"

"Your staff doesn't know how to serve the customers."

"Oh," She looked at the new saleslady. She picked the newest sales lady who looked flushed in embarrassment. "I think I trained them enough. Besides, she's still in training." She nodded at her as the sales lady left.

"I still need her to take all of the things I need. I think your things are much cheaper than the original."

She smiled and shook her head.

"Since when did leather become cheap?" She asked as she picked up the bag that was served to Wendy. "This is a limited design and this is number one." She showed it to her. "But I am not selling it." Her manager had the tray as she carefully placed it. "Disinfect it. And everything that this woman touches."

She scoffed.

"I could buy that for a million." She said.

"Hmm…" She said as she shook her head. "That one was meant for Keira. She's Alessandro's number one."

Wendy glared at her, gritting her teeth like she's going to eat Tracey alive.

Tracey giggled and waved at her.

"Hey, don't be a bummer. I am just kidding. But that part wasn't a joke. It's true." She looked at the manager. "Number one was meant for Keira Del Carlo-De Alegre. Make sure that it was wrapped up nicely."

"Yes, ma'am."

Wendy stood, stepped forward closer to Tracey, and scooped her neck. She started suffocating Tracey as the staff screamed. Tracey scratched Wendy's face while everyone was trying to pull out Wendy.

"You bitch!" Wendy screamed and that's when Tracey punched her abdomen that making Wendy lose all of her energy.

Tracey was pulled out and when Wendy was about to attack, she was immediately blocked by the security.

"Wendy!" A voice called out and when she turned around, her heart started thumping and he quickly approached them. "Are you alright, Trace?" Alessandro asked as he glared at Wendy. "Isn't she banned from your shop? Why is she here?"

"Alessandro…" Wendy quickly threw herself to him but he dodged her and put his hands behind his back.

"Wendy, I don't think that making a crime in front of everyone's eyes," Alessandro said that made Wendy taken aback.

"Sandro, look what she did to me!" She pointed to her left cheek that had a red line.

Alessandro looked at the camera pointing at them and he looked at Tracey who was out of breath while her neck was red. He quickly took out his phone and snapped a photo of her neck.

"Alright, let's file charges," Alessandro said.

"That's fine. We are BFFs anyway." Tracey said as she rubbed her neck.

"Do you think that your husband could just shut up after this?" Alessandro asked.

"Sandro, why aren't you listening to me!" Wendy screamed at him.

He stared at her coldly.

"Stay away from my family, Wendy. Harassing me for years won't work now. Don't you even try to touch my wife! I don't care about your grandfather's connection. And it doesn't change that I despise you more than ever, Wendy Charles."

Wendy's heart shattered immediately. Tears rolled down her cheek as she glared at him.

"I did everything for you. And this is what you are going to pay me?"

"You did everything?" Alessandro scoffed. "Yes, you did everything. You ruined my life and nearly killed my wife." Alessandro gritted his teeth. "Take her away. Get her out of the establishment." He waved at his bodyguards. "I don't care if your grandfather would go crazy and sue us. I don't think that he can."

"I will kill her." Wendy sneered as Alessandro only stared at her nonchalantly.

"And your family will suffer a lot." He smirked. "Your family is a thief." He mouthed at her that she could read. She flushed in bright red and quickly left.

"Okay," Tracey coughed a little.

"Do you need a hospital?"

"Nope. Don't tell this to Ian. I am sure that he will go crazy and might bomb her mansion."

"Yeah, I am sure of that," Sandro said.

Tracey looked at the customers.

"Give them vouchers on the old stocks." She told the managers.

"Yes, ma'am."

"We are sorry," She bowed at them as the customers asked if she was alright. She smiled and nodded at them.

"Alright, let's leave?" Sandro asked. "I think you should go back to your office." He gestured to the door.

"Where's Keira?"

"She's in a cafe waiting. You can come if you want."

"Yeah, I need a chat with her."

Sandro nodded as they walked to the nearby cafe. Keira waved at them right away and quickly stood from her seat.

"What the hell happened to you?" Keira asked as she pulled a chair for her.

"It is nothing. Don't tell your Uncle about it."

"Huh," Keira shrugged. "He will know eventually." She kissed her husband. "Go and pick up our drinks."

He nodded his head and submissively went to the counter to pick up the drinks and pastries that she ordered. Trace sighed and reached for a scarf from her purse and styled it around her neck.

"Is that your brand?" She asked as she quickly reached the ribbon of the scarf.

"Yeah," Tracey smiled.

"Alright, back to that bitch. I was about to go there but my bodyguards blocked me." She said and glared at her bodyguards.

"It's fine. You shouldn't face that bitch. Your stomach might turn." She looked at the tray that Alessandro placed over the table.

The door opened and she froze seeing her husband enter with those flared eyes. He approached her as he sat down and checked her neck.

"Babe," She held his hand.

"What the hell? Did she just do that?" He sighed as he caressed the red around her neck. There's a little scratch from Wendy's nail. "Let's go to the hospital."

"I am fine." She pushed his hands and held them tightly. "Don't overreact."

He stared at her for a long time and then he patted her head.

"What did you do then?"

"I scratched her face a little and punched her."

Ian laughed and kissed her hand.

"You did that?"

"Yeah, I was suffocated." She moved closer to him as she fixed her scarf.

"She punched Wendy?" Keira asked her husband who nodded his head. "Wow. I should learn how to do such a thing, right?"

"You know how to do that," Alessandro said as he caressed her back.

"You didn't let her touch you, right?" Keira pouted at him as she snuggled to his chest like a cat.

"Nope." He patted her head.

"Okay, stop that, Keira. You are being too flirtatious."

"Why not? He's my husband?" She grinned as she caressed her husband's lap.