The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

Chapter 113

Seeing Kieran and Eloise turning their backs and leaving, the surrounding socialites burst into laughter.

"It's funny," one of them said, "Freya danced her butt off out here and still couldn't compete with just the vibe Ms. Harwood puts off."

"I've been saying it all along. In Mr. Sutton's eyes, Ms. Harwood and Freya are worlds apart. Ms. Harwood's like a cloud in the sky, and Freya is just mud on the ground. It's only right Freya got treated this way!" "Freya, pack up your little schemes and stop embarrassing yourself here!"

Their disdain and sarcasm towards Freya were unmistakable. But Freya couldn't care less. Her dance wasn't for Kieran anyway. What Kieran thought was none of her business.

However, she felt her real target had taken the bait. She noticed a figure descending the stairs from the second floor.

Freya deliberately approached the mocking group, feigning innocence. "Were you... talking about me just now?"

Sutton by flaunting your... assets! Men get bored, you see. Look at Mr. Sutton now. Does he even care about you?" Hearing the diss,

everything, still wouldn't get a second glance. With your, let's say, disproportionate figure... tsk. Even if you danced

hit too close

her eyes in rage and swung her hand for a slap. As it was about to

warm, sturdy embrace. Freya looked up like a startled deer only to meet Preston's nearly perfect emotionless face, exuding an innate chill that

Tyler!" The socialite paled, stepping back in horror, realizing her slap had nearly hit Preston! Preston's voice was

Tyler." Hans

average man.

that

on the socialite's face.