Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 118

Meanwhile, at the Lake Victoria Villa, in Tara’s large living room illuminated by bright crystal chandeliers, Tara could be seen in a swanky dress. She sat gracefully on the sofa with a glass of wine in her hand. Sonia was sitting next to her and anxiously darting her eyes across the room. As expected of the most iconic villa in Westchester City, every nook and cranny seemed like something out of a painting, exuding fine elegance and tasteful architecture. Although Sonia was someone who was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, she was still amazed by the decor. 

The Rosses lived in an affluent area where the plot of land was priced significantly, but the houses were on the older end. Meanwhile, there were only ten sparse units in Lake Victoria. These properties were something that money could not buy. Tara read every hint of envy in Sonia’s eyes, and she smiled. “Sonia, Odell gave me this wine a long time ago, and I never had time to try it. Give it a sip. It should taste divine.” Sonia could smell the wine from miles away. She accepted the invitation and picked up a glass of red wine to take a sip. She remarked, “Tara, this wine must be very expensive.” “I don’t know either. Odell brought it, so I drank it.” Sonia glanced at the label on the wine bottle. It was bottled in 1992. She felt a burst of jealousy sprout in her mind. 

and came from a similar background, but how did

of her fate made her sullen. Sensing this, Tara asked, “Sonia, what’s wrong with you? Have things been going well for you recently?” Sonia snorted. “It’s because of that bitch Sylvia. Who else?” Tara feigned ignorance and enquired, “What about her?” “She made Tristan go on a hunger strike

Aunty Ledger were so infuriated that they were this close to fainting. Still, there’s nothing they can do if Tristan wants to live with Sylvia so desperately.” “Geez,

already divorced with children, she

that she didn’t even want to drink anymore. She set the glass of wine down and said to Tara, “Tara, I have been losing sleep for several days. Please help me think of something. I don’t want Tristan to marry her!” Tara grimaced and said with a hesitant look, “I do have an idea, but it feels kind of wrong.” Sonia pressed the matter. “Come on. Anything is fine as long as it means that Tristan won’t marry her!” “Okay,” Tara said, “Sylvia has lived a rough life and is just trying to find a good man to settle down with. At