No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 1863

Chapter 1863 Executing the Plan

Gareth emerged from his bathroom break, realizing he had two options: find a different entrance or navigate the crowd to get back inside.

And then there was this woman taking it upon herself to block the entrance aisle.

Seriously, the nerve!

Rochelle's face turned beet red—not because she was shy, but because she felt utterly mortified.

She wished she could melt into the floor as she revisited her fleeting fantasies from a moment ago.

She lowered her head in a feeble attempt to hide her awkwardness and mumbled, "Sorry," before stepping aside.

Gareth didn't utter a word, but the disdain in his eyes cut like a knife.

Rochelle watched as he made a beeline straight for Elisa.

Even though Elisa wasn't even interacting with him, he stood by her side, silent as a statue.

Seeing that, Rochelle couldn't help but tighten her grip on her wine glass, her eyes smoldering with frustration.

it traveled across the room; somehow, Paul managed to catch that

the time Rochelle shook off her daze, Paul was shooting daggers at her, his gaze a mix of

silently, swiftly averting her

intention of letting her off the hook that

at a few company bigwigs, excused himself, red wine glass in

her, causing Rochelle to let

he chuckled and remarked, "You sly little thing just can't keep your hands

coyly, quickly shaking her

Mazel is so powerful as a

and he admonished, "Then why

frantically shook

the rest of the red wine in one gulp—his way

swallowing everything and projecting

from her lips and whispered,

nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining

was occupied with networking and giving a toast,

Elisa and occasionally reminding her to pace herself with the

and Rochelle were well aware of the threat posed

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