Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 312

Julia's eyes darted—another scheme forming.

"Ms. Campbell, that's the new cream puff from Houseman Patisserie, isn't it? I couldn't even get my hands on them. You're so lucky."

She paused, waiting for an invitation.

Surely, with Lucas right there, Sherry would have to offer. Even if she didn't want to share, she'd pretend to be gracious.

And Julia would make her regret it.

She waited and waited, yet Sherry said nothing. They just kept eating, enjoying themselves, like she didn't exist.

Playing deaf? Fine.

Julia clutched her stomach. "Oh, sorry, I'm hungry. Could I have just one cream puff to try?"

Her voice turned syrupy sweet, acting cute out of nowhere.

Her cheek was so thick it went from annoying to impressive. Nobody else would dare pull a stunt like this.

Melissa's research showed Julia played the perfect wife publicly. Rumors spread about how wonderful she was, even if no one knew specifics.

So even Melissa didn't know Julia like this.

She knew Julia mattered to Gilbert, and that Wendy was pampered—so Julia must be even more so.

Melissa wasn't wrong.

But her intel only went so far. She could only track Julia's general movements.

She soon found that someone was blocking her from finding out where Julia had gone, especially when it came to meeting Irene and Victor.

These days, Melissa couldn't dig up any information at all.

She just couldn't tell if it was Victor and Irene's people stopping her... or Julia herself.

Sherry remembered that usually, when the next heir took over, the elders retired, moved away, and enjoyed their golden years. They only stepped in for major emergencies.

Otherwise, they stayed out. After all, they had already stepped down; they were no longer fully informed about most matters, and interfering would only stir up conflicts within the family.

Sherry would pay.

"Oh, right—I learned from your sister. She gave me leftovers every single day. I hear you miss her terribly. Under your influence, she learned to treat people like that. I assumed it was a Mack family tradition."

Julia loved milking tragedy. Wendy was shipped off to Zalari, out of the picture. Yet Julia still claimed she was blinded by hate but also missed the sister she raised. So conflicted. So heartbroken.

Plenty of people felt bad for Julia. They understood her conflict because she was kind enough to be torn like that.

"The Macks don't do things like that."

Sherry nodded. "True. Wendy's not really a Mack you'd claim, is she? Otherwise, why send her to Zalari? I'm not that cruel to people I hate."

Sherry saw the game. Julia wanted Lucas to see her as selfish, petty, and unworthy.

And she was good at it. Even from far away, she'd convinced Gilbert that Sherry was useless, good only for scrubbing floors.

"I didn't send her." Julia's voice turned defensive. "That was Gilbert. For the company. He worried she'd go too far, cause problems. Once my business stabilizes, I'll bring her back."

She'd wanted to explain for a long time. Sherry gave her the opening, perfect for Lucas to see she wasn't the villain Sherry painted her as.