Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife

Chapter 215 Only this time, there was a shade of red in his eyes. 

“Tristan, I...” 

“You don‘t have to say anything. I was the now who caused you so much hurt back then.” He smiled and continued, “But I will always treat you as my friend. If you run into any trouble in the future and believe that I can be of help, just come to me without hesitation.” 

Sylvia responded briskly, “Okay.” 

Tristan turned and left. 

He walked straight towards the exit of the venue and vanished into the outside world. 

Sylvia compressed her lips into a line and sighed deeply. 

Not far away, Simon, who noticed Tristan leaving, walked back to Sylvia‘s side again. “Sylvia, the party is going to start soon. Let‘s go over and get something to eat.” “Alright.” 

They walked to the section where the seating was arranged for the guests. Name cards could be seen on every seat. 

Coincidentally, Sylvia was placed at the same table as Odell and Tara. She was seated right opposite Odell and met his gaze the moment she arrived. 

She turned to a mutual acquaintance from the Art Association seated at the table next to them and asked, “May I exchange seats with you?” 

The man was startled. 

The guests at Sylvia‘s table were all the most influential members of the industry. Who would ever turn down such an honor to dine with them? Although the man could not comprehend why. Sylvia would possibly want to change tables, he readily agreed. 

Sylvia took a seat at the next table. It just so happened that it was the only seat that would allow her to sit with her back facing Odell. 

A dark look appeared in Odell‘s eyes upon noticing this. Tara was seated next to him and also noticed Sylvia’s presence. She noted the change in Odell‘s expression. Since he disdained Sylvia so much, shouldn‘t he be delighted that Sylvia removed herself? Why was it that he seemed even more upset? 

Tara was very puzzled by this reaction and sensed a deep unease in her heart. 

a very posh, late Victorian–themed party:

was seated for dinner, the organizers invited bands to play on

with whom Sylvia shared the

few familiar faces she recognized from her time

progressed smoothly and soon, they

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