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.

and it traveled across the room; somehow,

Rochelle shook off her daze, Paul was shooting daggers at her,

silently, swiftly averting her

had no intention of letting her off the hook that

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

he got near, he groped her, causing Rochelle to let

just can't keep your hands to

shaking her head

is so powerful

he admonished, "Then why did

frantically shook

tilting her head back, making her down the rest of the red wine in one gulp—his

everything and projecting

wine stain from her lips and whispered, "Good girl, don't forget our mission for

enthusiastically, her eyes

networking and

bothered. He sat by himself, observing Elisa and occasionally

were well aware of the threat posed by

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