Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 307

If he'd married Julia, how happy would he be?

He had to admit, his life had its regrets.

He was just now learning that women needed to be "won over" or whatever. He was speechless. Guys at his level had women throwing themselves at them constantly.

Having to chase after a woman? What a pain.

But what choice did he have? He told himself, be a man and bow your head just this once.

He said to Scott, "You know that clothing brand we got for Julia? Send the same list to Sherry."

Scott's face fell. He'd been dating someone recently and tried treating her the way his boss treated women. Know what happened? He got slapped. Twice.

"I'm not sure Mrs. Bode and Ms. Mack should be wearing the same things..."

He'd already put it as gently as he could.

Gilbert waved him off. "Julia has taste. Have you seen what Sherry wears? She doesn't have half of Julia's eye for fashion. I'm helping her level up."

He was lowering himself to give Sherry a gift. But he couldn't completely lose face, so this was a carrot with a little stick attached.

Soon, designer clothes started flowing into the Harrison house like water.

Scott straightened his suit. He represented Bode Group, after all.

This wasn't just about clothes. It was about sending a message, showing everyone that Gilbert still cared about Sherry.

And it also planted a seed in people's minds—Lucas couldn't really be that good to her. The expensive stuff she had? Still came from her husband.

Sherry was probably just slaving away at the Harrisons' for nothing.

Call it a woman's game if you want—Gilbert's own scheming wasn't any lighter than theirs.

Scott arrived with his entourage at the perfect time—when everyone was home. So everyone would see.

Right on cue, Sherry and Lucas pulled up together.

Scott straightened his tie and locked eyes with Max, who was driving.

Men in the same position always size each other up. Where no one could see, they'd already clashed more than once.

"Mrs. Bode," Scott announced loudly, "Mr. Bode asked me to deliver these. He was worried you couldn't find what you wanted here."

The implication couldn't have been clearer.

But the pile of designer labels did the talking. Clearly, a lot of thought went into this.

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