No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 972

Chapter 972 Hell

"The hell you mean I'm a dead man?"

Rachel withheld her words. She wore a surprised expression.

Am I mishearing things?

Without thinking, she turned around to see Vincent seated behind her. Rachel looked at him, and her eyes filled with terror.

Rachel stared at Vincent's cold expression. She cried, "What are you doing here?!"

Rachel thought she had seen a ghost. She thought to herself, how is this possible?

How did Vincent manage to sneak up on us?!

What a mystery!

Not only was Rachel taken aback, but Charli was also skeptical.

When did he get here?

Vincent's expression darkened. He countered, "Why? Can't I be here?"

Rachel was stumped but felt terrible for some reason, but she refrained from showing it. "Sure, you can be anywhere you want to be. No one here is stopping you," she sneered.

Rachel turned her head away from Vincent without another glance. She didn't want to say more to him.

The act unintentionally hid her guilt.

Charli grinned.

She knew little about the two, but she could tell they matched.

Because of her experience, Charli could judge interpersonal chemistry with remarkable accuracy.

At this moment, it seemed like everyone around them had stopped watching the trial and instead turned to observe them.

Vincent gritted his teeth and suppressed his feelings. He stated coldly, "I'll settle the score with you when we're done here!"

Too indolent to pay him attention, Rachel looked blankly at him and turned to face Elisa.

In the meantime.

Elisa looked calm. She had finished her case.

The defending party was rendered silent.

Norman's anxiety spiked.

Even though he believed Elisa could never succeed, he had felt restless for the last two days because he was terrified of the potential outcome.

It made him consider the repercussions and challenges he would experience if Elisa were successful.

He decided to ignore it, but the horrifying recollections persisted in his mind.

He discovered Elisa indeed had a way. He was scared.

And it was just yesterday that he acted on the matter.

The night before.

Norman tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Rose was also thinking about something, but she was starting to nod off. She awoke again as Norman shifted and rolled over next to her.

Rose frowned. She scolded, "What are you doing? It's not as bad as you think. Elisa has no way of winning. Tomorrow is merely her final ploy, hoping you will fall for her trap. You're an idiot if you can't maintain composure and give her the shares!"

Norman gritted his teeth. He remarked, "Don't I know that? I'm worried about things turning for the worst. If Elisa has a strategy, then we're not prepared. Wouldn't we be goners?"

Rose understood Norman's justification. She sat up and leaned against the head of the bed. Rose lost all sense of drowsiness and lit the wall lamp.

She gripped the quilt in one hand and appeared a little concerned. Rose said, "If she has a way and we're sure to lose, what else can we do but admit defeat? Why not return the shares to her?"