Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 156

It was Barbara, Camilla's older sister, who had pulled all the strings from abroad and got Daniel involved in the setup. She chose the restaurant. She picked the time.

“We found out something else,” the bodyguard reported. “Ladd’s wife only headed over to the hotel after getting a call—and that call came from Barbara.”

That made everything painfully clear. Barbara had planned the whole thing, every detail mapped out. Her whole goal was to drag Camilla’s reputation through the mud.

Barbara.

Lambert repeated her name, his eyes icy.

Meanwhile, in another country, Barbara had been simmering with anger for ages. Then her phone finally buzzed with a message from him. She hurried to reply, hinting that she was thinking about coming back to her home country. Of course, she wasn’t about to come right out and say she wanted to see him. Barbara kept her messages measured on purpose—sweet, unbothered, never too eager—because she believed control was the whole game.

She waited, holding out hope that he’d be the one to ask her to come back, to suggest meeting up, to confess, to make things official. Barbara always thought she had men wrapped around her finger. She was good at reading the room, taking the lead, making a guy fall helplessly into her web.

But Lambert wasn’t just anyone. Every conversation with him felt like a delicate balancing act. She couldn’t come off as too aloof, but a girl needed to play hard to get sometimes. She couldn't let herself seem too eager, either. To Barbara, relationships were leverage—pull at the right moment, give slack at the right moment, and the other person stayed hooked.

It took effort. Honestly, she was exhausted.

But to her, all of it was worth it. If she became Mrs. White, the woman on Lambert’s arm, almost everyone in the world would look up to her. That was the dream. Any struggle now felt small in comparison.

Once, he told her he’d gotten her a small present. It turned out to be a designer bag worth tens of thousands, plus a beautiful bouquet. To someone with his wealth, that barely made a dent. But the fact that he’d be so generous when they hadn’t even met in person made Barbara feel pretty satisfied.

She returned the favor the next day with a little gift of her own—a luxury lighter that cost just as much as the bag. Years of experience told her that sending a gift at a time like this showed she wasn’t the type to only take and never give. It also made it more likely his next gift would be even more extravagant.

Barbara was already starting to daydream about the day she finally went back.

Back home, Camilla had showered, changed into pajamas, and lay awake in bed, too restless to sleep. In the end, she got up and borrowed some melatonin from Catheleen.

The next day, they stayed at home and took it easy. That night, they were heading out to see Lambert’s private museum.