Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 332: To hell with you, Davis

After the fashion show, Sonia and Tricia stormed out of the hotel, rage bubbling in their hearts.

For Sonia, nothing had unfolded as she had planned. Every carefully laid strategy had unraveled before her eyes, leaving her feeling humiliated and defeated.

It was as though someone had an access to her plans and had taken careful time to dismantle them.

It was a total failure.

Tricia, too, seethed with disappointment. But unlike Sonia, she wasn’t confused about where to place her blame. Every misstep pointed directly at the woman beside her.

Every failure had been as a result of Sonia. The so-called friend who had ditched, forsaken and betrayed a friend at the sight of a handsome man and a mouth-watering deal.

Still, Tricia couldn’t entirely absolve herself, she continued to blame herself for the fact she had allowed Sonia to sway her decision and divert her from the main purpose that had brought her to Country And now, both of them had lost.

They boarded the car with Sonia sliding into the driver’s seat and Tricia taking her side.

Slowly, they pulled out of the hotel and joined the main road. Her hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel as she gritted her teeth as she recalled every bit of her failure.

Tricia studied her in growing disdain. "Sonia, can you stop being so damn dramatic? You planned your failure from the beginning," she snapped.

"What do you know?" Sonia retorted.

"What do I know you ask?" Tricia scoffed. At least, I know that for the chance of a partnership you forgot who you are competing with."

"That’s not it, no matter who your competitor is, a wise man always takes the risk to expand at any cost."

Tricia scoffed. "Did you just say that out loud? Take a risk to expand? Girlfriend, are you dreaming, or are you just plain stupid?" She sneered.

to see

her until

deal to a company that has spent years

Sonia shot back, her gaze snapping to Tricia,

I will tell you maybe next

years, did you really think they’d welcome you with open arms?" Tricia retorted. Her voice held no mercy,

it quickly. "You might be right. But before enmity, there’s always an opportunity and it’s called profit.

only served to frustrate and fuel Tricia’s irritation

you had always been competing with each other, every year, every month, practically in everything." Tricia

help but question what sort of business

snapped "Just as you’re talking about me being investigated after the event, be careful because you’re also

gaze from her and turned toward the car window as the night crept over the city. Her chest rose and fell

silence stretched between them. Yet, none of them

a hand, yet you still lost the

main road and pulled into

"What’s your problem? Where are you going?" Tricia asked, taking note of

a drink and calm

needed something to ease her boiling rage. With no other outlet, she chose to drown her anger

sneered. At that

a click, the doors opened, and they stepped out. Tossing her keys to

made, she’d been certain she’d secure the partnership with Angels Wear today and proceed to the Allen Group tomorrow for the

Richard had been a hard nut to crack. She recalled how many times she had approached him during the show, begging for a promise—even if

their operations just

Davis," she muttered,

disappointed?" Tricia scoffed,

its own way of settling scores. She still remembered how furious she had been when Sonia refused to let her act—just for the selfish goal of landing a partnership with Angels Wear