Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 581

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

"We have to find a way to neutralize her influence in this family," Blanche muttered, her eyes narrowing venomously.

Seraphina thought it over for a long moment.

It seemed she needed to pay this Sylvia Dalton a little visit.

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The Yves estate was buzzing with life.

Raelynn wandered through the manicured gardens, her phone vibrating with a text from Ian: 'Lily's with me. Where are you?'

She quickly texted him for his exact location.

Slipping her phone back into her purse, she headed in his direction.

Following the winding stone paths, she approached a beautifully carved wooden pavilion. Up ahead, she spotted Sylvia Dalton quietly directing a group of frantic maids.

Sylvia radiated a quiet, unpretentious grace, even stepping in to help arrange the centerpieces herself.

"Chairwoman Hayes prefers subtle arrangements. Please swap out these vibrant blooms for something a little more understated. We don't want the flowers overpowering the room. Thank you for your hard work," Sylvia said, her voice warm and melodious.

She worked alongside the staff, handling the minor details with effortless elegance.

Raelynn observed the maids closely.

They all seemed to genuinely adore Sylvia, smiling warmly whenever she spoke to them.

It left her.

Staring at Sylvia with an inexplicable sense of cognitive dissonance.

According to Chloe Hudson's gossip, Lydia had literally funded Sylvia's entire life. She had given her an education, provided her with resources, and practically served as her savior.

And yet...

She had supposedly stolen Lydia's husband, shattered their family, and driven Lydia to severe depression. How could anyone reconcile that level of betrayal with the gentle woman standing right in front of her?

Raelynn frowned in quiet contemplation.

Lost in her thoughts.

"Ms. Ortiz?"

Sylvia had approached her, a kind, gentle concern in her eyes. "Chairwoman Hayes is greeting guests in the east courtyard right now. Would you like me to walk you over?"

She clearly assumed Raelynn was lost.

She pursed her lips in irritation.

Without hesitating, she marched straight over.

"Ms. Vance," Sylvia greeted her the moment she noticed her approach.

Raelynn turned around.

Seraphina closed the distance between them. Gone was the humble, sweet facade she usually wore. Her eyes were sharp, her posture radiating pure hostility. Completely ignoring Raelynn, she glared down at Sylvia. "I think you're going to have to change the way you address me very soon."

Sylvia blinked in surprise, but quickly recovered with a polite nod. "You're absolutely right."

But Seraphina absolutely despised Sylvia's serene compliance. It made Sylvia look like a saint and framed Seraphina as an unhinged bully.

Her tone hardened. "I know everything about what goes on in this family. My mother filled me in on all the dirty little details of your past."

Sylvia's expression finally faltered, though she remained silent.

Standing off to the side, Raelynn could practically smell the gunpowder in the air.

From her perspective, this was an entirely one-sided slaughter. Sylvia was taking the verbal abuse with saint-like patience, refusing to rise to Seraphina's blatant bait.

"The past may be the past, but it doesn't mean your sins are erased. I firmly believe some debts require a lifetime to pay off. The person you ruined is gone, which leaves me as your only surviving victim," Seraphina hissed, her voice laced with venom.