Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 403

Chapter 403:

Katrina’s face twisted with annoyance.

“Alexander, what the hell are you apologizing for? Isn’t Daniela still a Harper? Just because she’s absent today doesn’t mean she has severed ties with us. There’s no need for you to apologize.”

The instant Katrina finished, the guests erupted in a cacophony of laughter.

At that exact moment, Joyce made her entrance, decked out in her wedding dress, radiating an unmistakable arrogance. Now flush with cash, she regarded everyone around her with thinly veiled contempt.

Alexander sent her a desperate look, silently begging her to defuse the escalating tension. However, Joyce ignored his imploring gaze. With deliberate strides, she approached the table, seized a glass of wine, and flung its contents into the face of the man leading the rival faction.

suffocating silence descended upon the gathering. Every guest at the wedding banquet froze, utterly shocked by the audacity

hands as his fury

storm of thoughts surged through his head, all landing on the same brutal question: what kind of shitty

guest; he was a longstanding client and ally of the

and dumped the wine on him without

was the

his hands clenched at his sides. It took him a moment to recover before he snatched a handful of napkins and hurried over to the man drenched in wine, offering profuse

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of Elite Lux and Daniela, along with the vast empire of robotics, her confidence soared. With Harper Group’s endorsement and her marriage to Alexander, she felt an unprecedented surge of empowerment. To her, what was a mere glass of wine in the grand scheme

to the Harper family. This connection was Joyce’s leverage—she knew as long as it existed, Daniela could not sever ties without consequence. Joyce was convinced she could exploit this to the fullest, for obsessions

a wave of disgust among

and disdain. He scrubbed his face and shirt vigorously with a napkin, but the deep red wine had already permeated the fabric

fit of irritation, he flung the napkin to the ground and fixed