She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 131

Naomi Zeller led Hilda onto the stage.

There was a plush velvet sofa arranged in the center.

With a soft smile, Naomi gently pressed her down onto the seat.

Hilda raised her eyebrows in a bemused smile, unsure of what was happening.

Naomi stood before her, her eyes brimming with sheer adoration. Beside them, a hostess approached holding a silver tray with an elegant crystal goblet.

The crowd erupted into a low hum of surprise.

Everyone knew Naomi was publicly acknowledging her roots today, but no one expected something this formal.

Hilda was visibly moved.

"Naomi, you don't have to do this. I didn't sponsor you expecting to be repaid."

But Naomi took the goblet.

Right in front of the city's elite, she slowly dropped to one knee. She was offering her complete, unwavering loyalty.

"I don't have parents."

"I grew up in an orphanage."

"It was my guardian angel who raised me, who molded me into the woman I am. Without her, Naomi Zeller wouldn't exist today."

"I don't just want to repay her."

"I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of her."

Naomi's solemn vow was overwhelming.

Hilda felt nothing but an immense, tender affection for her.

By the time Hilda finished her drink, Naomi presented another surprise: the deed to a top-tier mansion in Alpha City, a collection of bespoke jewelry, and even an extravagant gift for little Annie. She had thought of absolutely everything.

The guests couldn't stop praising Naomi's devotion to her.

Only Luther Sanford stood there, his brow furrowed.

If Naomi weren't a woman...

This entire spectacle looked suspiciously like a marriage proposal.

The grand gesture, the extravagant gifts—what else could it be?

He was deeply displeased.

But Jolie Lovell was even more miserable than him.

She downed her champagne in one gulp, a sharp sense of threat clawing at her throat.

Luther's wavering was obvious. He could have finalized the divorce easily, yet he kept making excuses and dragging his feet. It was painfully clear he couldn't bear to let Hilda go.

While they stood in their own gloomy silence, the rest of the room was lively and celebratory.

Naomi stuck to Hilda's side all night, her eyes solely focused on her. She even treated Harrell Judson with the warmth of a true family member.

She just wanted her divorce. She just wanted peace.

She turned off the faucet, dried her hands with a paper towel, and turned to leave.

No anger. No sorrow.

It was as if nothing Luther or Jolie did could ever hurt her again.

"Hilda."

He called out to her from behind.

But she kept walking straight out, the sharp clicks of her heels echoing down the long corridor, fading into the distance.

Jolie's voice trembled slightly. "You regret it, don't you?"

The man didn't answer.

—The silence was answer enough.

...

After that night, Luther gave Jolie the cold shoulder.

She was consumed by anxiety.

She knew he regretted it.

He was completely out of it, entirely consumed by thoughts of that bitch.