Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272 The Closed Door

It was deliberate-the way he slid that screen shut, sealing them off completely.

Right before it closed, Sherry caught a glimpse of Julia’s face. That carefully composed expression was starting to crack.

“Almost feel bad for her,” Sherry murmured.

The chatter in the dining room wasn’t exactly private. If you listened closely, you could catch it-the space was quiet except for the low hum of whispered speculation.

All that buildup. That entrance.

And she hadn’t even reached the door before getting shut out. Even Sherry cringed.

“She brought this on herself, didn’t she?” Lucas’ tone was matter-of-fact.

If Julia could hear that, it would’ve cut deep.

Nearby, someone barely suppressed a laugh.

“What’s there to debate? The winner’s obvious.”

“Right? Those two are practically glued together. Game over. Unless she’s going for the ‘regret ex’ playbook?”

“Wait-that actually fits! Why else go so hard after him? Most guys, even if they’re not interested, wouldn’t humiliate a woman publicly. And that guy? He’s usually a gentleman. Actually, he looks familiar…”

If you didn’t move in those circles or follow gossip, you might not recognize the man inside as Lucas- someone completely out of their league.

“I’m voting regret ex. He realizes later she was the one and chases her down. ‘You were always my first love; she was just a placeholder! Imagine the drama.”

As if on cue, Julia’s eyes went wide and watery, like a lost rabbit,

She stood there, frozen.

A few men glanced her way, tempted to comfort her-until they remembered their wives at home.

The woman in black stepped forward. “Stop crying. If someone’s wronged you, I can help.”

The condescension was thick.

Julia dropped her gaze. “It’s fine. He’s just… forgotten me for now. He’ll remember eventually.

“Someday, he’ll know who I am.”

The crowd exchanged knowing looks.

Regret ex playbook. Confirmed.

At least they both left happy.

They paid up and walked out.

And there she was-the supposedly gone Julia was waiting outside.

“Ms. Campbell, I’m curious how you managed to answer those questions. From what I understand, you graduated from a third-rate college.”

Her voice carried-loud enough for everyone passing by to hear.

This place was famous. Even if you could answer the questions, most couldn’t afford the meal anyway.

Social climbers came in groups, pooling resources, hoping to crack the code and go viral for it.

They all left defeated.

Everyone thought they were smart. But the test wasn’t book knowledge-it was about mindset and creativity.

So they refused to admit defeat. Many paid big money to sign up and still didn’t even make back their fee.

They didn’t eat a thing and still burned cash. How many hearts ached? And now she told them someone from a third-rate college cracked it?

“Did the Harrison family pull strings for Sherry?”