Nine months too late: After divorce by Baby Charlene

Chapter 144

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The rest of the event went really well for Sylvie. So many of the guests kept coming up to talk to her, singing praises about her dress and even taking her contact with the intention of getting a dress made by her.

Sylvie felt like a celebrity overnight, her cheeks getting heated she conversed with people both within and outside the country. People of high status.

She couldn’t believe it!

Weeks ago, she couldn’t even stand up to a maid. But now, here he was. She was finally out of her shell!

The realization made her want to cry.

“Congratulations, Sylvie.” A hard voice came from behind. A voice that contrasted with the words.

It was the one rare time she’d finally been free from guests, and turning around, she found Astrid standing with her hands crossed on her chest, her eyes glaring really hard at her.

Sylvie looked around, trying to make sure there were no guests within earshot.

“Thank you.” She replied, but it was as fake as Astrid’s had been.

Astrid scoffed, rolling her eyes. “What do you think you’re doing? What sort of stupid game is this?”

don’t think I get you.” Sylvie shrugged. “You and June presented a dress. What makes you think I can’t? We’re equal, remember?”

“That’s the point. We can be never be equal!”

Realizing her voice had been a bit high Astrid exhaled, then looked around and was relieved when there was no one staring.

“How did you get Grandpa to agree to do this for you? You really think you’re becoming his favorite, huh?”

“I’m not thinking anything. You and June have just been the ones who made a competition out of everything.”

“You’re one little witch, you know that?” Astrid said with so much venom in her voice. “You came in here and ruined grandfather’s love for June and I.”

Sylvie scoffed. Seriously, she was tired of hearing that. “Like I said, you two turned everything into a competition. It’s the reason you stole from me and brought grandfather’s wrath upon yourself.”

Astrid inched closer. If it wasn’t for the presence of the guests, she’d have probably been pulling Sylvie’s hair already.

“I’ll make you pay.” She grounded the words. “I promise you, Sylvie; I’ll bring you as much pain as you have to me.”

Sylvie didn’t like the sound of that.

to say something but was interrupted when she found

he called with a small smile, which was

but while the old man looked pleased, the woman looked at Sylvie as though she was dirt that needed to be swept away.

quickly backed away from Sylvie, her face softening as she turned to Galen.

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around the small of Sylvie’s back. This small gesture

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grandfather was ever touching her in

child.” His eyes beamed and

you, sir,” she dipped her head, unable

I’d like to introduce you to some

back, Astrid watched with

seemed so unreal, like a nightmare.

around, introducing her to old friends and business

had another granddaughter, Mr. Cheng,” was one of the popular quotes from the people they met that night, and Galen dismissed the topic by casually saying “she was busy with other things and just returned now to take

one is very pretty. The prettiest of the others, if I may add More compliments.

good at holding conversations with them. The men were so impressed she enjoyed talking with her,

of some top companies that were Chic Mirage’s clients and had

quite easy getting to hold conversations with them. She took

when she found her. The bitch was fuming even as she stood beside her grandfather who was talking to some guests. She’d also been staring–no, glaring–at Sylvie, and it became worse when Sylvie

was only

of her shell. She’d been greatly hurt after learning of the betrayal and wanted to get back at her. For the first time, she found an enemy she could get back at. And Sylvie knew she couldn’t achieve any of that by

be. And her heart sank into her stomach when she spotted Kage

What the hell?

her. At first, she thought it was a delusion, or he was probably trying to walk by her to get to someone else, but her breath seized in her throat when he

one hand casually tickled

to composure and offered him a smile that

leaned against the table, giving Astrid an assessing head–to–toe stare that would’ve been offensive had it been coming from someone else. But

stared, as if she was just noticing.

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