The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 141

"Miss, Mr. Sylvain agreed!" The boutique owner ran over, her face lighting up with excitement.

She had only reached out to Mr. Sylvain on a whim, never expecting him to respond so quickly—let alone agree to the request.

It went so smoothly, it almost felt meticulously planned.

Chloe smiled. "Thank you."

...

The Shaw Manor.

The night draped over the grand estate like a masterpiece. Ornate eaves, illuminated by warm lanterns, stretched over winding corridors. The courtyard's lush greenery reflected perfectly in the water features, while a plush red carpet led up the stone steps to the main hall. It was the epitome of grace and power.

Jenna Cameron clung to Preston's arm, instantly becoming the center of attention the moment they walked in.

She smiled brightly. "Preston, you have such incredible taste. Every dress you pick for me is stunning!"

Preston Hayes offered a faint smile, though a flicker of impatience danced in his dark eyes.

"Jenna, go grab something to eat. I need to take a call outside," he said.

"Oh, Preston..."

Jenna watched him walk away without looking back, her smile freezing for a split second.

But surrounded by endless praise and flattering guests, her confidence quickly returned. She beamed, practically glowing with arrogance as she kept up her socialite facade.

"Really? Is this dress that expensive?"

"I wouldn't know. Preston bought it for me. I don't really pay attention to brands or makeup. I just don't understand these things."

"My skin? It's just natural! Skincare is such a hassle, I'd never waste my time on it. Women worry too much, which is probably why I don't fit in with them!"

"Oh, you want to discuss a partnership with Preston? What company are you with? Telling me is the exact same as telling him."

Just then, a collective, sharp gasp echoed through the hall, abruptly cutting off her bragging.

A second later, every eye in the room was pulled toward the entrance as if dragged by an invisible string.

"Quentin, I'm going to find the restroom."

Chloe had barely made it to the secluded corridor when a furious figure stormed up behind her.

Jenna glared at her, her voice dripping with venom.

"Chloe, how the hell did you get in here?"

She hated Chloe, but even she couldn't deny how stunning the woman looked tonight. And that undeniable fact only fueled her rage.

"You're pretty bold, aren't you? Which man did you latch onto to sneak in? Dressed like that, are you trying to hook a new sugar daddy?"

Jenna intentionally raised her voice, drawing the attention of several lingering guests. They immediately turned to judge Chloe.

That made sense. No one recognized her, so she must be a gold digger.

The group of women who had been kissing up to Jenna immediately rushed over to back her up.

"I knew it! She sneaked in. I was just saying I couldn't even recognize the brand of her dress. Must be some cheap knockoff."