She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 84

Shera lowered her eyes to look at the invitation, then glanced back at Rowena.

She rarely had access to galas of this caliber. Just as Rowena said, attending would be great for networking. But compared to networking, she valued her freedom far more.

Helga was indeed a better match for Caden, and as luck would have it, Shera didn't want anything to do with him either.

She nodded. "Sure, that works. Please do me a favor and pass along a message—just say I have prior commitments and can't make it."

Seeing her agree so readily, Rowena was visibly surprised.

"I didn't expect you to be so sensible." Her eyes narrowed. "You aren't going to turn around and run crying to Caden about this, are you?"

Shera offered a faint smile. "I won't. As you know, I never really liked these kinds of events anyway."

Rowena reached out and snatched the invitation from her fingertips. "At least you know your place. If the day ever comes when Caden really doesn't want you anymore, I'll make sure he gives you a little extra in the settlement."

Shera thought to herself: *Well, thanks a lot for that.*

She finished the rest of her tea in one gulp and went to change into her own clothes.

Rowena had originally intended to settle both old and new scores if Shera dared to refuse her. She hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.

Seeing her act this way now made her far more tolerable than the submissive parasite she used to be.

Grabbing her bag, she threw a final warning at Shera. "If my brother asks you about this later, make sure you don't say anything stupid."

Shera gave a calm nod.

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As soon as Rowena got into her car, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and answered.

Before she could even say a word, a sharp voice came from the other end. "Did you go see Shera?" Not a hint of beating around the bush.

Rowena chuckled. "News travels fast."

She closed the car door and gestured for the driver to start the engine.

Leaning back against the seat, she gazed out the window. "I was just following your father's orders to deliver the gala invitation to your little wife, wasn't I?"

"What, afraid I'd eat her alive?"

On the other end, Caden's voice was low. "I didn't think that."

Did she really want to sever all ties with him that badly?

The black-and-gold pen clicked open and closed in Caden's grip. He swayed slightly in his chair, an inexplicable frustration knotting his brows.

When Aiken walked in, this was the exact expression he found his boss wearing.

Leaning back in his chair, eyes closed tight, brows furrowed, jaw clenched, all while incessantly fidgeting with his pen.

These actions proved he was currently in a state of high anxiety, inwardly agitated but actively suppressing it.

Caden was a man who never let his emotions show; he rarely experienced such palpable anxiety.

The company's projects had been progressing smoothly lately, and there had been no hiccups across the departments. If it wasn't business, then it had to be... his personal life.

Aiken made a bold guess.

He was ninety percent sure this had to do with Mrs. Hayes. Ever since she brought up the divorce, he had felt a subtle "shift" in the CEO. Though not glaringly obvious, he was perceptive enough to pick up on it.

His boss... seemed to be getting a bit desperate.