After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 864

Alondra's announcement of taking Jenna as her goddaughter was accompanied by a lavish banquet, which made Ashlyn feel like she was going to vomit. Her fair face turned stormy, and her eyes shot out cold glares. Mrs. Ritter's expression was equally dark and bruised-looking.

The mother-daughter duo looked like a pair of clowns, especially when Alondra's mocking gaze occasionally fell on them. It felt like being clawed at the heart by countless cats.

Adriel maintained a smile on his face while explaining his decision to choose Jenna as his goddaughter solely based on her personality and connection with him, disregarding family background or education level. This statement landed as yet another painful blow to the Ritter family.

Ashlyn was furious - what made Jenna more suitable than her? Adriel's words were infuriatingly unfair.

Mrs. Ritter clenched her fork so tightly that it almost broke under the pressure of her white-knuckled grip. Alondra smiled wickedly and suggested that if they really wanted to find a godfather for Ashlyn, they could try approaching the Bennett family instead since Salvatore didn't have any daughters either.

But even if Salvatore did agree to take Ashlyn as his goddaughter, it wouldn't change their current reputation in society - ever since Ashlyn failed to win first place at the Graley Piano Competition and rumors began circulating about her personal life scandals, people had started avoiding them altogether.

The financial troubles haunting the Ritter Group further exacerbated the situation. To make matters worse, Abdullah had recently sparked a conflict with the Mcguire family over a matter, leading to the loss of Abdullah's job and his child with his mistress.

It seemed like every day brought new humiliations for the Ritter family - even during recent meetings with other families, they were constantly being pressured into submission until their faces hit rock bottom, while others stomped all over them mercilessly.

Although Abdullah was just a distant relative, he was still part of the Mcguire family. The Ritter family's shameless behavior had angered everyone in the Mcguire family. Alondra felt sick to her stomach every time she saw Mrs. Ritter now.

It wasn't just Alondra, Katie felt the same way too. She sat on Alondra's other side and used to be toxic friends with Ashlyn for a while. But now, they were more like enemies.

That mistress had no shame, but she was carrying the blood of the Mcguire family nonetheless. Not only did she get beaten up by the Ritter family, but Abdullah also lost his job.

Katie worked in showbiz and having an uncle like this could come in handy sometimes. Now that her uncle stepped down from his position... well, didn't that mean she lost another backer?

She glared at Ashlyn who happened to be looking at her at that moment when a waiter brought over a plate of mango coconut cake - it looked deliciously sweet and appetizing.

it to Ashlyn with a smile on her face. "Miss Ritter,

"Miss Mcguire! What are you trying to

me to know your secrets." Ashlyn watched as Katie acted so nonchalantly about it all; it

Ashlyn bickering across theirs. They couldn't help but sneer inwardly; these so-called socialites were

how many people the Ritter family had offended lately - they can hardly blame others for

something interesting," Sylvia replied before glancing back towards Mrs. Ritter

followed suit with his gaze until he saw what was happening between those

away from them completely before noticing how close Sylvia was sitting next him -

as

Sylvia some food. She looked up at him with watery eyes and said, "I've been

his fork in hand. "The red-light district is a tricky place to navigate." If their

suit. As today's leading lady, she had to maintain basic etiquette Adriel seemed to be enjoying himself as he drank more than his fair share of alcohol, leaving behind

he placed the dish on their table before turning around to leave. But just

around. He had an attractive face but it was clear that parts of it

bring us some juice?"

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watched him go and whispered

thought so too," Franklin replied cautiously before scanning their surroundings for any signs of danger

resembled someone else they knew all too well - Clark who had recently escaped from prison - there were no similarities between their faces or voices whatsoever. In one corner of the banquet hall stood the male server

large bottle filled with

the table. "Please enjoy." His voice was hoarse and

juice when Franklin stopped her. "You can't drink this

about to pick up her fork. "Miss

highly alert; he felt a familiar sensation earlier that

but didn't say anything. The