Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 682

The implication was crystal clear: she was not just kicking Priscilla out of the suite, she was making sure the woman knew her very presence had ruined the atmosphere.

Priscilla looked like she was about to pop a blood vessel, but Xenia had already turned her back, warmly pointing out various high-end skincare products to Emilia and recommending her favorites.

"Ma'am, please step this way," the manager insisted, gesturing to the door.

Priscilla let out a furious scoff and marched out in her spa robe.

Once the door clicked shut, only Emilia and Xenia remained in the luxurious suite.

Xenia reached out and squeezed Emilia's hands.

"That was exactly how you handle it," Xenia said, her eyes shining with approval. "Hold your head high. Whether you are walking into a room as Emilia Dennis or as Theodore's fiancée, you never let anyone look down on you."

"There is absolutely no shame in getting a divorce and finding love again!"

Emilia felt a deep rush of gratitude, though a blush crept onto her cheeks.

"I am sorry, though. She was your friend."

Xenia waved a hand dismissively. "Hardly a friend. We just bumped into each other at the spa sometimes."

Just then, Xenia's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, scoffed, and handed it to Emilia.

Emilia took the phone.

It was a message from Xenia's private investigator.

[Priscilla Quinn has been getting very close to the Millers lately. Word is, her family secured a lucrative contract with them in exchange for setting up a match with their eldest son.]

Xenia muttered a string of colorful curses. "I tried to take the high road, but this woman actually tried to use me to secure a payday. Talk about pushing your luck."

Emilia could not help but laugh.

Xenia raised an eyebrow.

The women who entered these marriages usually came from equally complex family dynamics. It was rarely about romance; it was about perfectly aligned balance sheets.

It was a brutally practical world. Those who actually had the freedom to marry for love were a rare anomaly.

More often than not, couples put on a show for the public while living entirely separate lives behind closed doors.

"Oh, plenty of women want Theodore," Xenia admitted openly as the manager led them to a pristine, freshly prepped spa room.

"But he has only ever had eyes for you. He never allowed any messy drama to get close to him," she added.

After changing into a fresh robe, Emilia lay back on the plush treatment bed as Skye, the aesthetician, began the facial.

Staring up at the soft ceiling lights, Emilia realized that Theodore had been shielding her from immense pressure all this time. He handled the elite society vultures so flawlessly that none of their venom ever reached her.

She knew she had to keep pushing forward. Only by building her own empire and standing completely self-reliant would the nasty gossip Priscilla spewed finally be silenced.