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.

it traveled across the room; somehow, Paul managed to catch that

the time Rochelle shook off her daze, Paul was shooting daggers at her, his gaze

silently, swiftly averting her

had no intention of letting her off the hook that

few company bigwigs, excused himself, red wine glass in

he groped her, causing Rochelle to

keep your hands to yourself when I'm away. Am I not satisfying enough for

quickly shaking her head

Mazel is so powerful as a

expression turned severe, and he admonished, "Then why

frantically shook her

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

and projecting an

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

her eyes

the night, Elisa was occupied with networking and giving a toast,

didn't seem bothered. He sat by himself, observing Elisa

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