My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 80

At that moment Liam exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on him.

Without being told he knew Maria was setting the tone. She was making sure everyone in the room understood the hierarchy—who was truly at the top and who was meant to stay beneath.

And at that moment, Chloe finally tore her gaze away from Raymond.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she crossed her arms and watched.

She knew exactly what her mother was doing.

And she wanted to see how Raymond would react to it.

Liam’s muscles tensed the moment Chloe leaned into him, slipping her arm around his and pressing herself against him in a way that made it clear—she was making a statement.

Her smile was soft, sweet even, but there was something else beneath it. A quiet insistence. A silent challenge.

She tilted her head, resting it lightly on his shoulder, her fingers giving his arm a small, almost affectionate squeeze.

"Wouldn’t it be better if we just got the car today?" she murmured, her voice carrying just enough warmth to sound genuine. "That way, I can get used to it before our wedding."

Maria, standing beside them, let out a small approving chuckle, nodding in agreement.

"That’s right," she said, her voice laced with satisfaction. "Since you’re going to buy it for her eventually, Liam, why not just do it now? It would be nice to see Chloe happy today, wouldn’t it?"

Liam’s jaw tightened.

He knew exactly what they were doing.

This wasn’t about the car, It was about control.

About class. About showing that he belonged in their world. About proving that he was willing to go above and beyond for Chloe in a way that set them apart from Raymond and Valentina.

At that moment His gaze flickered to Raymond for a brief second.

he was Calm.

That was the best way to describe him.

Raymond stood with his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable, as if he couldn’t be bothered by any of this.

As if none of this mattered.

That only irritated Liam further.

Because the truth was, he didn’t want to buy the car.

Not today, Not like this.

But with Chloe’s body pressed against his, her expectant gaze locked on him, and Maria watching with thinly veiled satisfaction, the pressure was suffocating.

And he could feel it closing in on him.

At that moment Raymond’s voice was smooth, carrying an easy confidence as he turned to Valentina.

"What car do you like?"

His words weren’t rushed. They weren’t forced. They were natural, like he had all the time in the world to give her exactly what she wanted.

Immediately Liam’s fingers curled into his palm. His jaw clenched.

He didn’t like it.

He didn’t like the way Raymond stood beside Valentina like he belonged there. Like he wasn’t just some random nobody who had somehow stumbled his way into her life.

He didn’t like the way Valentina actually looked up at Raymond, listening to him, considering his words as if they carried weight.

As if they mattered.

She was supposed to keep her distance.

She was supposed to see the difference between them.

But now—now she was standing beside Raymond as if they were equals.

Liam’s pulse quickened, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

He had been patient, calculated. He had waited, knowing that when the time was right, when Valentina was ready, he would step in, and she would fall into place.

But now—what if she didn’t?

What if she had already made her choice?

What if, when the time came, she no longer saw him as her best choice?

His gaze locked onto Raymond, his chest tightening.

No.

He refused to let that happen.

He needed to remind Valentina of what real class looked like.

He needed to remind her of what she was supposed to want.

And if proving that meant humiliating Raymond in front of everyone—then so be it.

Hearing what Raymond just said, Maria and Chloe couldn’t believe their ears. Their faces twisted in disgust as if they had just heard the most absurd joke of the century.

Maria scoffed loudly, making sure her voice carried through the entire showroom.

"Keep quiet, you lowlife! Who do you think you are, raising your shoulders as if you belong here?" She folded her arms, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Do you think you can stand beside us? You must be out of your mind."

Chloe, ever the perfect shadow of her mother, stepped in, her lips curling into a smirk.

"Exactly, Mom. He’s just trying to impress us with his fake confidence. Let me guess, he’s going to ’buy’ a car today? Ha! As if. The only thing he can afford is a picture of one."

Maria waved her hand dismissively at the sales attendant, her expression hardening.

"Take them somewhere else. Somewhere... more fitting for people like them." Her eyes flickered toward Valentina with clear disdain.

Chloe wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass either. She turned toward Valentina, her voice dripping with mockery. "And look at her, standing there like she’s someone important. Fake face, fake skin, fake everything. Did you think we wouldn’t notice?" She let out a small, cruel laugh, looking her up and down. "Tell me, how much did you pay to have that face carved up? How much did it cost to fix all that ugliness?"

Maria added with a smirk, "Oh, don’t forget the hair, Chloe. I bet even that isn’t real. She probably wakes up looking like a nightmare, which is why she had to buy herself a new face and body." freewebnσvel.cøm

The humiliation they were throwing at Valentina was intentional, ruthless, and calculated. They wanted her to shrink, to run out of the dealership with her head down, to feel like she was still beneath them, no matter how much she tried to climb.

But the worst part? The part that sent their blood boiling?

Liam.

The way he looked at Valentina, the way his eyes lingered just a second too long.

He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

It was written all over his face.

And that—they couldn’t allow.