Chapter 830
This engagement banquet was thoroughly ruined. Everyone in the crowd knew in the depths of their hearts.
The engagement ceremony was no longer of importance. What was on everyone’s minds was the truth behind this entire thing.
Everyone began analyzing the situation rationally after Guinevere’s words.
“Can there really be two women who look so alike, even identical, in this world?”
“But Guinevere seems very sure that they are two different women. Perhaps, they really are...”
“That cannot be! They look like one and the same to me!”
“If they are actually the same woman, Guinevere couldn’t possibly be so sure, can she?”
Stella looked at the confident look on Guinevere’s face, and her eyes turned cold. “How are you so sure that Stella is really dead and has no way of dealing with you?”
Guinevere looked back into her eyes as she whispered into her ears, “Yes, she’s already dead. Are you able to resurrect her and make her fight for Weston with me? I’ve already said countless times that you’re nothing but a lowly replacement! You’ll never win me!”
“What if I tell you that I am Stella Sealey?”
Stella slowly stood up and looked calmly at the woman before her, saying in an icy tone, “If I weren’t her, how would I have been able to retrieve Weston’s marriage certificate with her and so much confidential and personal information?”
The more she explained, the more Guinevere’s face paled. It was as if she saw a ghost, and disbelief clouded her face.
Guinevere looked on, horrified at the women before her, as her eyes widened slowly. Her previously composed stature slowly disintegrated toward the brink of collapse.
She clenched her fists with a deathly grip and squeezed out the words, “Impossible...you’re lying!”
Stella sneered. “Lying? when I jumped down from that balcony, I swore I would make you pay the moment I had the chance...”
Guinevere mumbled profusely under her breath and began trembling hard the moment she heard the word ‘balcony’ coming from Stella’s mouth.
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