No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 1868

Chapter 1868 Retaliation

Another version making the rounds, possibly the one closest to the truth, suggested that Rochelle and the random guy were involved in a secret affair in Paul's room.

Meanwhile, Paul had become entangled with his new intern.

Fate took an unforeseen turn as the four of them happened to cross paths, triggering clashes and tension.

Rochelle's jealousy led to a physical altercation with the female intern.

Despite Paul's attempts to intervene, they continued to grapple, forcing him to step back for a moment of respite.

Much to their surprise, they were discovered in the act of their abominable relationships.

Elisa's subtle manipulation was naturally woven into this version. She wouldn't let Paul off the hook so easily. Now, he would have a hard time explaining it all to his family.

Rochelle had calmed down inside Paul's room but struggled to wrap her head around what happened.

Immediately, Paul terminated the employment of the female intern. As the dust settled, a grim truth dawned upon them: Elisa had intricately woven a trap they had unknowingly entered.

On the table was Bella's phone, almost like she'd abandoned it when they were in the thick of their rapid-fire planning.

It became evident that Elisa was the mastermind behind this entire scenario from the outset, leaving their facades shattered.

Rochelle slumped in disbelief, unable to comprehend how, despite her careful planning, she had fallen prey to Elisa.

No way. This couldn't be the end of it! She was furious and refused to give in. In this dire situation, there was only one desperate option left…

A strange glint shimmered in Rochelle's eyes; her gaze fixated on the phone.

A sinister smile slowly etched on her face. She shared her plan with Paul, who agreed it was worth a shot.

With the ongoing drama sorted, Elisa was at the bar with Gareth, embracing the gentle breeze.

The ship was set to dock in thirty minutes. The breeze felt calming and serene—perhaps because dealing with these vexing matters had somewhat eased Elisa's thoughts.

"Do you want something to drink?"

Elisa proposed, which she rarely had the mood for the occasion.

Elisa's suggestion was quite unusual, given the circumstances.