Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 567

Chapter 567 Beyond Help

Nathan raised an eyebrow.

He could tell right away that Briley had done it on purpose.

But he had more important things to handle than confronting her.

He flashed the signature smug grin of a pampered heir, took her outstretched fingers, and gave them a light, calculated.

shake.

“Miss Wall, what an honor to meet you.”

He acted like he didn’t know her identity before, adding a note of charm to his smile.

“Please, Miss Wall, this way. Let me walk you to the main table.”

He pretended not to catch the meaning behind her words, not to see what just happened.

When Briley saw his seemingly sensible reaction, some of her irritation began to fade.

At least he understood the room.

She pulled her hand back calmly and tipped her chin up, letting him know he could go ahead.

Nathan gestured for her to follow him.

She, standing tall in her heels, followed him, carrying herself like royalty.

As they turned the corner, Nathan slipped a little. His foot shifted to the side.

But then his heel came down–right on the train of Briley’s gown.

She lost her balance instantly. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she lurched forward.

She hit the floor with a flat thud. Her face scraped against the floor, and the sting of it spread fast. Shame settled deep in

her chest.

Gasps spread across the room. A few people tried to stifle their laughter but failed.

The reporters didn’t miss a beat,

Flashes popped like fireworks, snapping photos of her crash in perfect, painful clarity.

On the floor, she could feel the sting on her knees and the throb in her chin.

Her hair had come loose, and her makeup was probably ruined.

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear. Right there and then.

“Ouch.”

She tried to get up, but the gown twisted around her legs. The heels didn’t help either.

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Leonard, who had been trailing behind her, looked genuinely startled by what happened.

Panic washed over his face as he rushed forward and knelt beside her.

“Briley! Are you okay?”

His voice trembled with worry. His hands moved carefully, as if she might break.

The pain was sharp enough to make Briley’s eyes sting.

She tried to push herself up, fury rising fast. Leonard leaned in to help, but she shoved him aside without hesitation.

Then she turned toward Nathan, her glare was burning.

That bastard.

How dare he humiliate her like this?

She wasn’t about to let it slide.

Nathan looked like he’d only just noticed her fall. His expression carried just enough surprise to seem believable.

He rushed over, stopping just short of touching her. His voice oozed with staged concern.

“Oh no! Miss Wall, are you hurt? This is awful–the hall’s way too cramped for someone of your status. And this floor, it’s too slippy, letting someone like you fall like that. It’s shameful, really. We’re completely at fault.”

The words sounded kind. But each one dripped with something else–mockery dressed as apology, emphasizing she was too grand for a place like this, so out of touch that she would trip and fall.

But Briley didn’t catch the sarcasm at all.

She only caught the flattery, mistaking it for Nathan’s way of saying the Higgins family’s venue wasn’t good enough for her.

Some of her anger melted away, replaced by the sting of humiliation.

She gave a sharp snort and started tugging her dress back into place. Her voice was cold.

“Glad that you know.”

Without checking if she was even bleeding, she pushed herself up. She didn’t want help. She just wanted out.

She shot a glare at the people still whispering and giggling, raised her chin, and walked off toward the main table.

Leonard followed behind. Watching her pace stiffly, he let out a sigh.

She was truly clueless.

Nathan’s sarcasm had been loud enough to echo–yet she hadn’t heard a thing.

Sadie had asked him to keep watch on Briley. But now, it seemed she had given her too much credit.

With that kind of brain, how could she ever stir up real trouble?

She was beyond help.

Upstairs, on the second floor, a server guided Sadie to a quiet lounge dressed in soft lighting and muted colors.

She stepped aside and opened the door with a courteous nod.

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