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.

her intense resentment was written all over her face, and it traveled across the room; somehow, Paul managed to catch that

time Rochelle shook off her daze, Paul was shooting

swiftly averting

letting

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

her, causing Rochelle to let

can't keep your hands to yourself when I'm away. Am

shaking her head before

"Mr. Mazel is so powerful as a

the next second, his expression turned severe, and he admonished, "Then why did you

shook

head back, making her down the

obliged, swallowing everything and projecting

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

her eyes shining with

and giving a toast, leaving little

by himself, observing Elisa and occasionally reminding her to pace

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