Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 580

Her frown returned.

Blanche, still riding high on the victory, didn't notice.

She patted her daughter's arm. "I'm going to go pay my respects to Mr. Yves."

Seraphina nodded absently.

The sprawling gardens were rapidly filling with high-society guests.

Countless elites had flown in from across the country for the event.

Blanche wasn't the only late arrival.

As Seraphina turned around, she spotted two heavily influential members of the Croix family making their entrance.

Cyrus Croix and his son, Cameron.

Cameron spotted her almost immediately. His eyes narrowed, and he stalked straight toward her.

"I can't believe my brother actually paraded you into the Yves estate," he sneered.

Seraphina let out a cold, dismissive scoff.

Given the new heights of her intimacy with Sebastian, she no longer felt the need to cower before his arrogant younger brother. "Mind your own business."

With that parting shot.

She spun on her heel and walked away.

Her posture was dripping with a newfound, unshakable arrogance.

It was a level of confidence she never would have dared show before.

Cameron watched her strut away, a dark, dangerous sneer twisting his features.

Who the hell did she think she was?

-

Halfway through the morning, Raelynn stepped away to use the restroom.

As she walked down an ornate wooden corridor, she caught sight of Blanche in the distance. The older woman was smiling elegantly, making a beeline for Quentin Yves, who was chatting with a group of investors.

The two of them clearly shared some sort of history.

Across the courtyard.

Blanche pulled Seraphina aside, her face suddenly serious. "If you want to pull off this heiress act, you have to fully embody the role. You are supposedly Lydia's daughter. And since I know exactly what happened back then, I know exactly how that wretched Sylvia Dalton crawled her way into his bed. You cannot afford to be friendly with her."

Seraphina nodded slowly, grasping the strategy.

If she was playing the role of Lydia's child, the only logical reaction to the woman who allegedly drove her "mother" to suicide was pure, unadulterated hatred.

But an estate like this was a political minefield.

Making waves wasn't always the smartest move.

She looked at Blanche. "Mom, you seem to really despise Sylvia too."

Blanche's face twisted in disgust. "She plays the fragile victim beautifully, but she's a master manipulator. She sunk her claws into Quentin the moment she had the chance. She's nothing. Just a pathetic charity case from some backwater town with absolutely nothing to her name. But she played the damsel in distress perfectly. She betrayed the very woman who fed her and slept with her benefactor's husband. I despise her."

She paused, her eyes gleaming with malice.

"Sylvia was funded entirely by Lydia. Lydia paid for her education starting in high school. You could argue Sylvia knew Lydia better than anyone. Raelynn is also here today. If that woman notices Raelynn suspecting anything, she could ruin everything for us."

If Sylvia started poking holes in their story, she would become a massive liability.