Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 368

She couldn't help but suspect that Lucas hadn't even listened to a word she'd said before he left.

She was completely humiliated—and what made it worse was that no one even seemed to notice.

And George just kept hovering there with his bruised, ugly face, making it even more obvious that the man beside her was nothing compared to the one with Sherry.

It meant she'd lost to Sherry. And that was something she would never tolerate.

"Are you okay? You look terrible," George said, panicked when he saw her dark expression. "The ambulance is right there. I'll take you to the hospital right now."

Julia forced down her rage and spoke calmly, "We can't use the ambulance anymore. We were just about to leave when Sherry blocked it. She demanded to ride in my ambulance and stirred up the crowd to pressure us."

George snapped, "That ambulance is private—only for the Bode family. Gilbert had it called just for you! That bitch is deliberately making things difficult for you!"

"That's not all. She probably got jealous because Gilbert carried me out instead of her... and now the back door of the ambulance is broken."

The implication was obvious. She might as well have said it outright—Sherry had sabotaged the door on purpose to draw attention.

George hadn't been there, so he had no idea what really happened. His face turned grim. He checked the ambulance door and saw that it was indeed broken.

How could they transport anyone with a door that wouldn't close?

"On top of that, you saw it yourself—Sherry already had someone coming for her."

George was fuming, his eyes bloodshot.

"That bitch did this on purpose! She's part of the Bode family—she knew that ambulance was only for the family! She wants you dead!

"Gilbert, look what you've done! You just stand there and can't even control a woman, and now the ambulance is ruined! If anything happens to Julia, I'll kill Sherry!

"I've never met such a disgusting woman! What did Julia ever do to her? Why try so hard to ruin her? She's just a shameless, crazy bitch!"

Gilbert was still staring after Sherry and Lucas, his jaw tight.

He'd given her an opening, and Sherry hadn't given him even a shred of respect. She'd just left.

"She is shameless," Gilbert said coldly.

That way, people wouldn't whisper that she'd slept her way to the top. Her fans would convince themselves there was nothing inappropriate going on.

From the day she came back, Julia had decided she was going to the top—clean.

But when the car stopped, people stared at them because their windows were the only ones open.

They couldn't see clearly, so they just guessed from a distance.

"They must be bodyguards. The cars aren't as nice as the lead one, but they're still super fancy."

Gilbert had never cared much about shows of wealth. He was arrogant enough to believe he didn't need luxury cars to boost his status.

And it was true.

Everyone knew who he was, even though he drove a car that wasn't extremely expensive—though it was still a luxury vehicle to most people.

In fact, his choice of car had made the brand popular, pushing its value up several levels.