No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 1864

Elisa's lips curled into a wry smile as she mused, "Ah, I knew these sneaky two must be up to something. So, it turns out this is their little scheme, huh?"

Rochelle timely lifted her wine glass, finding it difficult to articulate her apology. However, she comforted herself with the thought that everything would return to normal after today.

She said, "Ms. Benett, I admit I was immature and foolish back then. Here's to making amends and hoping we can move past our disagreements. I know you do not hold grudges, so I ask for your forgiveness."

A faint smile played on Rochelle's lips as she anticipated Elisa's impending ordeal tonight. This softened her demeanor, adding a touch of authenticity to her somewhat feigned apology.

Elisa responded with a grin, "Why not? I'm open to it. If you're keen to return to your previous role at the company, you'd have to go through the hiring process. However, whether you're rehired relies on your qualifications and abilities—there's no shortcut."

Paul and Rochelle's faces turned long in an instant.

Elisa was well aware they were discussing Rochelle's reinstatement. However, Elisa made it clear that Rochelle would need to undergo the conventional hiring process.

Did she mean that I have to start from scratch as a junior employee? Would that mean Bella would hold the reins over me? Ridiculous! I won't stand for their oppression!

As Rochelle teetered on the brink of losing her cool, Paul shot her a warning glance.

Gradually, she reined in her frustration and regained her composure. Taking a deep breath, she mustered a somewhat strained smile at Elisa.

"Alright, Ms. Benett. I appreciate the opportunity. How about a toast?"

Elisa sneered at Rochelle, brushing off the offer.

Rochelle clutched her glass awkwardly as people strolled past, throwing curious glances and leaving her embarrassed.

The evening had been a lot of fun for Elisa, but she made sure not to lose control by moderating her drinking pace.

She took measured sips or feigned sipping. If her wine glass left her line of sight, she wouldn't touch it again; she'd fetch a new one.

With all these safeguards, why would she even consider accepting a glass from Rochelle?

Rochelle took a sip from both glasses and turned to Elisa. "Is this enough to demonstrate my sincerity and convince you that I mean no harm?"