Reborn for Revenge or A Second Chance At Vengeance

Chapter 138 Perhaps One Day It Will Become Reality

Ihat kind of luck is this!

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Just a short while ago, her best friend was playfully showing off a photoshopped wedding photo, proudly claiming she was married to Matthew. Now, in a twist of fate, the very groom from that fabricated document had appeared in person!

Nancy couldn’t help but entertain a whimsical thought. It seems that Auri and Matthew are somehow mysteriously linked. Why else would these two, who ostensibly have no connection, keep turning up in the same places? Could it be that the universe is hinting at something more, perhaps transforming the fake wedding photo into a real one someday!

Aurelia turned to look where Nancy was pointing, and there indeed was Matthew, displaying his for golf.

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“Huh? Is that Angela?” Nancy exclaimed with a touch of surprise in her voice. “Auri, it looks like you might be out of luck after all. It seems the rumors were true; Angela really is Matthew’s girlfriend. Just look at them playing golf together.”

Just a few days earlier, Nancy had dismissed the chatter linking Matthew and Angela as mere speculation. Yet, here was tangible proof right before her eyes, a reality that was hard to dispute.

Upon hearing Nancy’s words, Aurelia’s attention shifted, and she caught sight of Angela. From a distance, they appeared as mere figures, their conversation out of earshot, adding to the enigma.

“Matthew? The same Mr. Quigley who heads Quigley Group?” Charlie inquired, scanning the area with curiosity. I heard this movie we’re working on is backed by a subsidiary of Quigley Group, but people tend to tread carefully when it comes to matters concerning Matthew, avoiding unnecessary gossip.

“Exactly! That’s him,” Nancy confirmed with a nod, her expression mirroring a mix of regret and disappointment.

Aurelia and Matthew seem like a perfect match in that wedding photo. And clearly. Aurelia has some level of affection for Matthew; why else would she create a photoshopped wedding photo featuring him?

Caught in her thoughts, Aurelia stared at Matthew and Angela, puzzled by their presence together.

“What’s the matter, Auri?” Charlie asked, noting her distracted demeanor.

“Is there anything else today, Charlier? Any scenes for us?” Aurelia replied, her voice tinged with evasion as she shifted her gaze away from the couple.

“That’s all for today. I’ll take you guys to play some golf,” Charlie suggested cheerfully.

hesitated, wanting to avoid an awkward encounter with the couple. “Let’s just stroll around the area; I’m not particularly

then,” Charlie

laden with

distress, pleaded with Matthew. “Please, Mr.

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herself to such an extent. The humiliation was overwhelming, and she feared it might close all doors to any future possibilities with him, especially if the Sanders family

What is it about Aurelia, a simple

too late for

setting in as she moved to follow him. But before she could take

name. Your methods, especially the incident involving your

had always been known as a savvy and calculating professional woman, so her

Sanders family raised her? How could she

words from Gordon before, Angela knew

desperate, tirelessly searching for alternative strategies to salvage her situation. To the Sanders family, she had almost become the antagonist,

eagerly setting the stage for their union. Yet, now that complications had arisen, they were the first to criticize her. Why had they remained silent when

things before. But it’s undeniable–I have genuine feelings for Mr. Quigley. We’ve known

at a loss for words. “Mr. Quigley’s disinterest is quite apparent, you must see that,

Whatever you may need from the Sanders family in the future, we’ll surely comply,” Angela pleaded, placing

indeed at her wit’s end and regretted her

the sight of another

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the distance, Gordon contemplated whether Matthew was

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consent marked a path with no easy return. To put it bluntly, if Mr. Quigley were to forgive you today, tomorrow we’d see