Without elaborating, Ryanna gave a simple response.
“Alright.”
Fiona, feeling a bit self-conscious, adjusted her stance. Then she addressed the group with a polite smile.
“Well then, follow me.”
Taking the lead, she began guiding them toward her collection room.
Not sparing Fiona a glance, Annie crossed her arms and muttered with frustration,
“What is that woman scheming now? Something about her feels off.”
To Annie, they were just dresses. What was so extraordinary about them anyway? She couldn’t help but question if those so-called limited-edition pieces were even worth flaunting.
The banquet was meant to set Katelyn up, yet Katelyn had already left, and Annie hadn’t even had the satisfaction of witnessing her downfall. Annoyance prickled under her skin.
Ryanna’s voice broke through Annie’s thoughts, calm and composed.
“It doesn’t hurt to take a look anyway.”
Setting her wine glass aside, Ryanna rose gracefully and began following Fiona.
Annie wanted to protest but knew she couldn’t afford to openly challenge Ryanna, no matter how much she disliked Ryanna or Fiona.
Reluctantly, she trailed after Ryanna, joining the group headed to Fiona’s display.
The collection was housed in a private room on the second floor. Mannequins showcased the dresses, while the meticulously controlled temperature and humidity hinted at the care that had gone into preserving them. It was clear Fiona had spared no effort.
Fiona was animated as she described each dress, recounting the challenges she had faced to acquire them.
Annie barely contained her irritation, resisting the urge to roll her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time.
Then, someone let out a startled cry.
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“Oh my god, what are they doing?!”
Everyone turned at the sound, their curiosity piqued. Within seconds, they had all gathered, eyes fixed on the scene unfolding in the opposite room.
There, in the dim lighting, two figures were locked in a tight embrace. The man was kissing the woman repeatedly, while she, though still clothed, was clearly trapped in his hold.
But what stunned the crowd most was the woman’s identity—Katelyn.
The same Katelyn who had just left.
Gasps rippled through the gathering.
How could this be? Hadn’t she left already? And yet, here she was, caught in such an intimate moment with another man.
Instinctively, all eyes shifted to Ryanna. After all, everyone knew Vincent had broken off his engagement with Ryanna for Katelyn. And now, the woman he was so desperate to have was being exposed in a scandalous situation.
Some people even pulled out their phones, eager to capture the scene on video.
Fiona, standing among them, could barely contain her excitement. She had expected it to be difficult to take Katelyn down—after all, the woman was sharp, like a fox, always a step ahead. But now? It seemed almost too easy.
Fiona couldn’t help but smirk mockingly.
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