After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 230 Jessica's Revenge

"What are you doing?" Isabel reached out to support Yvette while shoving Jessica away with a strong push.

Jessica stumbled back several steps before regaining her footing. Her eyes burned with fury as she glared daggers at Yvette. It was as though she wanted to slice Yvette into a thousand pieces. "What? She badmouthed me, so I pushed her! What's the big deal?" Jessica retorted, seething with indignation.

Yvette snapped back with her hands on her hips, "You brought this on yourself. I'm just speaking the truth!"

"Nonsense! It's Isabel's fault!" Jessica pointed an accusing finger at Isabel with her expression growing even more terrifying.

"She's the one who's been keeping Reggie and me from getting back together! It's all her fault! If she hadn't interfered, I'd already be with Reggie. Do you think I'd be in this miserable state otherwise?"

"Hah! What a ridiculous joke!" Yvette was rendered speechless by Jessica's accusations. "Isabel's fault? Was it Isabel who made you look down on Reggie after they were thrown out? Was it Isabel who told you to break up with him? Or was it Isabel who forced you to sell your soul to Mr. Hicks? Did she even force you to come here and disgrace yourself as a prostitute?"

Jessica's face flushed with rage, but she was left speechless. She could only glare back and forth between Isabel and Yvette.

Then, Isabel chimed in mercilessly, "Don't put this on me. You're the one who schemed your way into Reg's life back in college. You researched his preferences, played the role of the sweet and caring girlfriend, and tricked him into falling for you. "When his face was scarred and he was kicked out by the Zimmermans, you dumped him thinking he couldn't buy you expensive gifts anymore.

"Then, when he became the CEO of I.Z. Corporation and got his handsome looks back, you shamelessly begged him for forgiveness."

Yvette added with biting sarcasm, "Wow, you're shameless! Dumping your boyfriend when he's down, only to crawl back when he's successful. Tsk, tsk, did you take Reggie as a fool?"

"You-you two!" Jessica pointed at Isabel and Yvette while shaking with rage.

"Fine, everything you said is true! But so what? Women choose partners based on what they can offer! Why should I be good to someone who can't provide for me? Am I wrong? I'm not wrong!" Jessica shouted, her face twisted with fury. Isabel shook her head with a scoff. "Let's not even talk about that. What about you becoming a prostitute? Don't tell me I forced you into that. How do you even stomach those disgusting old men? You've really shattered my worldview." "You're the prostitute! Mr. Wright is my husband! We're about to get married, so what's wrong with us doing those things?" Jessica snapped back, but her defiance was short-lived.

At that moment, Mr. Wright entered the room. "Why are you taking so long in the bathroom? Mr. Quinn and the others are getting impatient."

"Mr. Quinn? What Mr. Quinn?" Jessica asked, puzzled.

"Mr. Quinn, the big-shot CEO. He's here for some fun, and tonight you'll be entertaining him," Mr. Wright explained matter-of-factly.

Jessica felt her face flush with humiliation and it stopped her from looking back at Isabel and Yvette.

imagine their mocking

Lowe," Mr. Wright continued. "Make sure to serve them well. Whether my business deal with them succeeds depends on how hard you work tonight." "What?" Jessica's face turned deathly pale, her eyes widening in

to entertain Mr. Quinn and Mr.

inseparable since childhood. They share everything. Don't waste any

encountered anything like this before. For

rang out. "Yve, let's leave. This

out of here,"

clenched her fists tightly as her eyes burned with hatred. The veins on her forehead bulged, ready to burst from sheer

haven't done anything wrong! It's Isabel's

who had

Jessica stumbled out of the private room, battered

disheveled appearance made her

woman's voice suddenly rang

looked up to see a strikingly elegant woman. Her aura was

on her

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meant you were

are you?" Jessica lowered her

matter. I'm only asking-do you want revenge?" Rachel asked coldly. Jessica eyed Rachel suspiciously. "What do you mean by that?" "Isabel." Rachel

instantly. After mulling over the situation for a few seconds, she hesitantly asked, "You have

none of your concern. Just answer me

fury. "I dream of it! It's her

this elegant, high-status figure was

don't know

said, her face twisting into a malicious grin. "All you have to do is lure Isabel here. Then, gather ten or somen-make sure they're ugly and disgusting. Drug them, and ensure there's a reporter to capture everything. Once the news breaks, Isabel will

like a

venomous hatred. She could hardly wait