The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride Chapter 1419

Chapter 1419 

The entire banquet hall fell into silence the moment Becky’s words were spoken. A faint smile flickered in Chloe’s eyes. Though unexpected, Becky’s words were indeed offensive. 

Barbara’s head spun, leaving her completely flustered by Becky’s stupidity. What a bunch of nincompoops! 

Chloe had clearly set a trap for Becky, and this nitwit was falling for it, hook, line, and sinker! 

Everyone present considered themselves self–important artist. They were pampered and fawned over daily, ready to throw a fit at the slightest wrong word. Artists might just be the toughest bunch to please on earth! That damn Becky actually had the nerve to call them buskers in front of everyone. 

Barbara shot a glance at Chloe, who was clearly indifferent and gloating, and her disgust for Becky intensified. 

“Becky!” Barbara suddenly scolded in a low voice, but her words were interrupted by a cacophony of clatters. 

Becky turned to look and found the entire banquet hall filled with displeased faces. People were slamming their plates on the table or dropping them on the floor. The sound of shattering porcelain and silverware hitting the floor filled the air. 

Becky’s face wrinkled. She gazed at the mess in the banquet hall and couldn’t help but scream, “Have you all lost your minds? What are you doing?!” 

A middle–aged man nearby snorted, “So this is the hospitality of Y Country! You invite us to liven up your state dinner, only to treat us like your personal entertainers? Even having a meal depends on your mood, a privilege granted when you’re happy and denied when you’re not! We sure learned a lot about the manners of Y Country’s royalty today!” 

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The man’s sarcastic words left Becky stunned for a moment. When she finally realized what he was implying, her face froze. “That’s not what I meant.” 

“Don’t worry! We performers may not be wealthy, but we won’t accept your charity!” With that, he called over his assistant to pull out several large bills and threw them at Becky. “We can pay for our meal! This is enough for a day’s worth of meals at a luxury restaurant! I’m giving you so much probably because the royal food is as precious as you are!” 

Even though the bills didn’t hit her in the face, Becky felt as if she had been slapped. She was utterly humiliated and furious. But it didn’t stop there. Others started throwing money at Becky, some even hurling coins at her with enough force to hurt the pampered Princess Becky. 

“Even street performers can afford this meal: The royal food of Y Country is average at best, but way too overpriced!” 

“Since we’ve already paid, do we still need to cater to your highness’s mood? If you still understand the principle of customer first, then clean up this mess right now it’s ruining our dining mood!” 

Chloe watched the scene unfold with a smirk and a sense of triumph. She was perfectly embodying Damon’s words, “My woman doesn’t need to be nice.” If he granted her the right to do as she pleased, then she might as well indulge a bit. 

Chloe pulled her hand off the counter, stood up straight, pulled out two bills from her pocket, and walked up to Becky. She waved the bills in front of her face before letting them flutter down onto the floor. 

Chloe stepped back, putting some distance between them, and said with a smile, “Oh, I think we’d all be much happier if Princess Becky cleaned up herself.” The crowd immediately agreed. 

“Great idea!” 

“Ha–ha, I love it, just thinking about it puts me in a good mood!” The man who had spoken earlier glanced at Chloe and smiled slightly. She was a bold one, daring to challenge the princess on Y Country royal territory. Not many would dare to do that. 

He didn’t like women who were too cunning, but in this case, Becky was the one who started it, so Chloe’s retaliation seemed justified. No, it was more than justified; it was satisfying. The thought of the arrogant and haughty princess cleaning up the mess was a sight everyone was eager to see. 

“Chloe!!” Becky’s face twisted in rage, veins popping on her forehead. 

Chloe raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong?” 

Becky pointed at her, “Don’t push your luck!” 

Chloe chuckled, “Ms. Becky, you’ve knocked over my plate twice, and I didn’t complain. So what exactly did I say or do to make you think I’m bullying you?” Becky was speechless. In reality, Chloe hadn’t said much or done anything. But Becky had knocked over Chloe’s plate, and then did it again. Seeing Becky staying silent, Chloe gently added, “Besides, didn’t you just say this is your place? How could I possibly bully you in your own home?” Grinding her teeth, Becky essentially reiterated Chloe’s words, “Right! That’s what I said! So even if I don’t clean up those pieces, what are you gonna do about it?”