Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 371

Chapter 371:

“It’s a delicate situation, Miss Wade,” she said, her forehead creasing slightly as if she was grappling with an ethical dilemma. “Given that Sadie and I were once colleagues and still meet often, it wouldn’t be right for me to just turn on her.”

Without a word, Kyla watched the nuances of Vivi’s expressions, understanding that this was not a dismissal but rather an opening to bargain.

With a sardonic laugh, Kyla responded, “Miss Quinn, our meeting today is rooted in our shared goal, correct? Sadie stands in the way of both our ambitions. Isn’t it time we cleared our paths?”

Vivi stopped twirling her ring and locked eyes with Kyla, her look intense.

“What are you implying, Miss Wade? I am not without principles, and I’ll need a justifiable cause to proceed.”

“Justifiable cause?” Kyla echoed, her voice as cold as a razor’s edge. She let out a humorless chuckle, as if someone had just told the most absurd joke.

Then, fixing her gaze on Vivi, she said, “Have you already forgotten what happened at the Starlight Gala? Eva—oh, that meddling busybody—shamed me in front of everyone, all to defend Sadie. I’ve been stewing over that ever since. And Sadie…” Kyla scoffed. “She acts like she’s the world’s prodigy, forever upstaging you and sabotaging your career. Is that something you’re willing to put up with?”

flicker of anger crossed Vivi’s

for a moment, she said

her voice steady, her gaze sharp and unwavering. “But I

practiced grace, taking a slow sip. The deep red liquid left a seductive stain on her lips as she set the glass down, her fingers trailing over the stem. A flicker of something dangerous—amusement,

what, exactly, would sincerity look like to you?” she asked, her

in pretty words,” Vivi said bluntly. “I need something real. Something that proves

chapters now

a perfectly shaped brow, intrigue sparking in

the International Jewelry Design Competition. For that, I need funding, influence, and the

chuckled, a rich, knowing sound, as if

She tilted her head, regarding Vivi like a predator sizing up its prey. “But tell me… why should I believe

Hardly.” Vivi’s voice dripped with contempt. “I’ll have whispers of plagiarism circulating before she even realizes what’s happening. Other designers will turn against her, brands

paused, letting the venom settle

her reputation—I’ll erase her from