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.

all over her face, and it

was shooting daggers at her, his gaze a mix of

swiftly averting

Paul had no intention of letting

excused himself, red wine glass in

causing Rochelle to let out a

"You sly little thing just can't keep your hands to yourself when I'm away. Am I not satisfying enough for

shaking her head before nodding in

Mazel is so powerful

expression turned severe, and he admonished, "Then why

shook

the rest of the red wine in one gulp—his way of

and projecting an air of

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

her eyes shining with

occupied with networking and giving a toast, leaving little time for

observing Elisa and occasionally reminding

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