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.

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

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

silently, swiftly

intention of letting her off the hook that

at a few company bigwigs, excused himself, red

her, causing Rochelle to

expression stayed unchanged; he chuckled and remarked, "You sly little thing just can't keep your hands to yourself when I'm away. Am I not satisfying enough

shaking her head before

hurriedly explained, "Mr. Mazel is so powerful

expression turned severe, and he admonished, "Then why did you flirt with another man when I

frantically shook

making her down the rest of the red wine in one gulp—his way of asserting control and

and

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

nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining

and giving a

bothered. He sat by himself, observing Elisa and occasionally reminding

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