Restoring a Life After Seven Years of Wrong Love novel Chapter 100

Catching sight of Professor Winston Lockwood out of the corner of her eye, Willow quickly excused herself from Flint and stood up to chase after him.

"Professor Winston, hello, I am—" Willow began, plastering on a perfectly charming smile.

Professor Winston stopped in his tracks, cutting her off mid-sentence. "I'm in a rush right now."

Without another word, he breezed right past her.

Willow stood frozen, her practiced smile cracking as she turned to watch where he was going.

He was heading straight for Matthew, Yvette, and Charlotte!

A vicious stab of jealousy pierced through her.

She knew Professor Winston was primarily there for Matthew, but the thought of Yvette rubbing shoulders with such an elite figure in the industry made her skin crawl.

Flint, whose attention was still on Willow, saw her get brutally brushed off.

He followed her gaze to Professor Winston, noticing how friendly the professor was acting with Yvette, and frowned.

It seemed that anyone Willow wanted to connect with was somehow secretly monopolized by Yvette.

Professor Winston practically shoved Matthew aside to sit next to Yvette, his face flushed with anxiety.

"Yvette, I heard everything about what happened at Solstice. If it weren't for me, your scores wouldn't have been invalidated. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have spoken to you that day."

"Professor, it's not your fault," Yvette shook her head gently. "Even if you hadn't been there, the person who reported me would have found some other way to sabotage my results. Please don't blame yourself."

"Professor, you know how talented Yvette is," Matthew chimed in. "She doesn't need a ranking from Solstice Auctions to prove her worth."

Professor Winston nodded in solemn agreement.

Seeing that the timing was right, Lance carefully escorted Helen out of the lounge and over to where Yvette and her friends were sitting.

Ten minutes later.

A sudden hush, followed by a low murmur, swept through the grand hall.

Yvette and the others looked up to see Sybil making her grand entrance. Dressed in a striking crimson sheath dress, her silver hair perfectly coiffed, the elderly matriarch looked formidable and full of life.

Wynne carefully supported Sybil's arm, with Jabez and Simon trailing close behind.

The room watched in stunned silence as Yvette and Lance gently supported Helen and walked straight up to Sybil.

The two elderly friends immediately began exchanging warm, affectionate greetings.

It suddenly dawned on the crowd—the matriarchs of the Shelby and Yeats families had been dear friends for decades.

Yvette stood quietly beside Helen, making no effort to greet Wynne and outright refusing to look at Jabez.

The host took the microphone and announced that it was time for the opening dance.

The heiresses in the room instantly fixed their hungry, hopeful gazes on Jabez.

Willow's eyes shone with a desperate sliver of hope.

Jabez would definitely ask her.

She gripped the fabric of her gown tightly, staring at him with undisguised longing.

"Jabez, you and Yvette will take the floor for the opening dance," Sybil commanded, shooting a fierce glare at her stubbornly unresponsive grandson.