The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 254

"Thank you, Ms. Iverson," said the voice, trailing off into a light-hearted laugh that both speakers shared as their eyes met.

The car came to a smooth stop, and the driver turned around respectfully. "Ms. Iverson, we've arrived."

With a nod, Ramona stepped out of the car with Nancy by her side, heading straight into the grand entrance.

All the models for this fashion show were staying together at the largest five-star hotel in Ardenweald, which Ramona had entirely booked for the event.

Unbeknownst to them, in a nearby parking lot, Sarah sat behind the wheel, her face twisted with a mix of disdain and smug satisfaction. She was eager to see how long Nancy could keep up her charade.

On the 36th floor, Ramona raised her hand to knock, but before she could speak, the door creaked open.

Standing there was a woman with a scarred face, barely recognizable. While others might have been startled, Ramona and Nancy remained perfectly composed.

"You... you're here. Please, come in," Ember said timidly, stepping aside to let them enter.

As they walked in, the pungent smell of smoke and alcohol filled the air. A short, rotund man with a face full of freckles lounged arrogantly on the sofa, before whom knelt two little girls, no older than four or five.

Both Ramona and Nancy's expressions darkened at the sight.

"John, Ramona and the designer Lena are here," Ember said, her voice tinged with anxiety.

a coarse laugh, "So they're here. Do I have to roll out

his gaze locking onto Nancy with a greedy intensity

up. "Ember, why didn't you tell me they were so stunning? I've never seen women this beautiful

simultaneously, Ramona interposed herself

abuse, John. Should I

that's not what Ramona meant," she pleaded, fearing

unperturbed, kicked one of the little

girl flinched and cowered, not daring to speak, casting a furtive glance at Nancy and

off with her sister to

the command.

fell into an

his face. "Ramona, I haven't thanked you yet. If it weren't for you, I'd never experience living in such

Nancy moved

with sarcasm. "Cut the nonsense, John. You're

raise the rates, aren't

sliced through the air like a knife,

Ember

"Of course it

sponon lense, and John

me.