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Chapter 70 The Breakup Show 

Annie wanted to ask if she was some kind of doll, a human jewelry rack. 

Then why’d you accept them?” Toby looked ready to combust. 

Annie, though? She was having the time of her life. 

Watching Toby lose his mind was infinitely more entertaining than watching him sit up there all high and mighty, acting like he ran the world. 

She hadn’t dared push back at first. Toby was genuinely petty, genuinely vicious when he wanted to be. But the longer they fought, the thinner that last thread of self-control stretched, until it snapped clean through. 

“Why shouldn’t I? Consider it compensation for emotional damages.” 

“You ungrateful, rotten woman!” 

“You cheap, petty piece of garbage!” 

Annie fired back so fast her words blurred together. “I spend three hours getting ready every single time I see you. Three hours. And you? You throw on whatever’s closest and walk out the door. You are so full of it.” 

Toby genuinely didn’t care about how he looked. He was the type who let his face do all the heavy lifting, and it never let him down. 

But who could understand the sheer defeat of spending hours perfecting every detail, only for the other person to roll up in whatever they’d grabbed off a chair? 

“Ha.” A sharp, derisive laugh. “I’ve been wanting to say this for a while. Your perfume reeks. Every single time. Even your hair stinks of it. The second you get near me, I want to gag.” 

Toby couldn’t stand the perfume. Never could. It didn’t matter how expensive the brand was. It all made his stomach turn. And right now, he was reaching for every cruel word he could find. 

They stood there glaring at each other, and there wasn’t a shred of anything tender left between them. Just two people who looked like they wanted to grind each other into the pavement. 

Every lady in the room went dead silent. 

This little field trip had been absolutely worth it. 

“If I’d known watching Annie and Toby go at it was this entertaining, I would’ve recorded the whole thing to rewatch whenever I needed a laugh.” One of the girls clapped a hand over her mouth and doubled over the table, practically crying from laughter. 

Maya had nothing to say to any of this. 

Annie bit down hard on her lip. She could hear the muffled snickering closing in from every direction. She drew several deep breaths, shoved past him, and said, word by word, “You just got dumped, Toby. Now get 

lost.” 

She couldn’t be the one who got dumped. If today’s events got out and people thought he’d ended things, 

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she would never live it down. 

Toby glanced at her. She looked about half a second from tears. He tilted his head, took Maya’s hand, and said. “I’m not done.” 

“What?” 

For one brief, delusional second, Annie thought maybe he wanted to take it back. But knowing him the way she did, that was about as likely as snow in July. 

She folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. “What, scared I’ll line up the next guy the minute we’re done?” 

Honestly, Annie had already picked her next prospect approximately one second after the breakup. 

“What? Line up the next guy?” 

The thought hadn’t crossed his mind. Toby’s brain ran on its own private operating system. He frowned slightly. 

“I don’t care about that. You could go marry eight guys tomorrow and I wouldn’t blink. But you’re not allowed to come around Maya anymore.” 

He genuinely despised the people in Annie’s circle. He didn’t want Maya near any of them. 

Blindsided by yet another thing no actual person would say, Annie’s brain short-circuited for a full two seconds. 

“Get out! You absolute trash!” 

If he didn’t leave right now, she was going to slap him. 

“Oh, one more thing.” Toby flashed a smile so fake it could’ve come shrink-wrapped. “You really should retake those etiquette classes, Ms. Pratt.” 

He dropped the line, turned on his heel, and walked out without a backward glance, Maya’s hand still in his. 

Annie stood frozen. Two seconds passed. Then what he’d actually said caught up with her. She held it in. Tried harder. Failed completely. 

For the first time in her entire life, she swore. 

“Go to hell, Toby!” 

And then, “Fine, leave! But at least leave Maya behind!” 

He hadn’t gone far. Heard every word. And naturally, he launched straight into badmouthing Annie to Maya. 

“See? I told you. She needs more etiquette classes. Keep your distance from now on, or she’ll be a bad 

influence.” 

Maya stared at him. “I’m begging you. Try being a normal person for five minutes. 

“I don’t even get it. What is your deal with etiquette classes?” She puffed her cheeks out. “Are they paying 

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you? Did you sign some kind of endorsement?” 

And honestly, nobody could blame Annie for snapping. She had just unloaded a volcano’s worth of fury, and all she’d gotten back was that limp little suggestion to take more etiquette classes. A saint would’ve lost 

“Etiquette is a required course for any proper young lady.” Toby crouched to Maya’s eye level, dead serious. “It should be drilled into girls from an early age.” 

Maya reached up and tugged a strand of his slightly wavy hair. “But I’m not a lady. I’m a kid.” 

“Obviously.” His bangs were wrecked. He didn’t seem to notice. He raked a hand through them and said, offhand, “I never expected you to become one.” 

He’d already given up on making her take those classes. Something told him she was headed down Wendy’s path. 

The word “lady” and Maya Clark were never going to intersect in this lifetime. 

“Toby.” She bounced along beside him, turning something over in her head. A note of wonder crept into her voice. “I just realized that rich people really do treat relationships like they’re disposable.” 

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