Left for Dead Came Back for Everything novel Chapter 23

The women grew more and more animated, their tones dripping with irrepressible envy and jealousy.

It was as if they couldn't wait to magically swap souls with the mysterious, unseen bride.

"Tch."

A highly abrupt, heavily sarcastic scoff rang out across the deck.

Gwen pushed up the sunglasses on her face and rolled her eyes dramatically.

Her gaze looked exactly as though she were staring at a bunch of clueless country bumpkins.

"If he were truly that rich, he'd have rented out the entire Royal Princess! What the hell does renting out just the theater mean? Is the groom's wallet on life support?"

Gwen's voice carried perfectly on the wind, landing right in front of them so they could hear every single word.

"Renting out the theater? Hilarious. That's as ridiculous as walking into an Hermes boutique and asking the sales rep for half a Birkin bag! Who are they trying to fool?"

As soon as those words dropped, the women, who had just been bubbling with romantic fantasies, instantly changed their expressions.

One woman with dyed red hair snapped her head around, looked Gwen up and down, and immediately sneered with contempt.

"Well, well, where did this bitter hater come from? Sour grapes much? Do you have any idea how much it costs to charter this Royal Princess? The number would scare you to death!"

"Exactly," another woman chimed in to support her.

"Some people probably just bought the cheapest lower-deck ticket to sneak on, and now their eyes are red with jealousy seeing rich people throw a lavish wedding. If you're broke, keep your mouth shut, or you'll just expose your own pathetic poverty!"

"Hey! Don't test my temper!"

She reached out and pulled the explosive Gwen back a little.

"Alright, what's the point of fighting with them." Eliza lifted her eyes, her cool gaze sweeping lightly over the group.

"With you bearing your fangs and claws like this, people who don't know any better might think you're the mortal enemy of the bride and groom, having bought a ticket just to hunt them down!" Eliza set her book down and gently patted the back of Gwen's hand.

Hearing this, Gwen burst out laughing, her original fury instantly extinguished by the joke.

She casually flipped her hair, shot a provocative 'what are you going to do about it' glare at the bristling women, and turned to brag to Eliza:

"Hunt them down? Impossible! My ex-boyfriends could fill a platoon, if not a whole company. The water in this Pacific Ocean is basically made from the tears of my exes. Which one are you talking about? A stingy man who can't even afford to charter the whole yacht wouldn't even qualify for my roster!"

Eliza was so amused by her shameless boasting that her eyes crinkled, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.