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.

over her face, and it traveled across the room; somehow, Paul

Rochelle shook off her daze, Paul was shooting daggers at her, his gaze a mix of probing and

silently, swiftly

had no intention of letting her off the hook

a few company bigwigs, excused himself, red wine glass in hand,

causing Rochelle to let

keep your hands to yourself when I'm away.

acted coyly, quickly shaking her head

is so

expression turned severe, and he admonished, "Then why did you flirt with another man when I wasn't

frantically shook her

out, pinching her chin and tilting her head back, making her down the rest of the red wine

and

lips and whispered, "Good girl, don't forget our mission

enthusiastically, her eyes

night, Elisa was occupied with networking and

bothered. He sat by himself, observing Elisa and

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