Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 368

The receptionist had provided hot tea, pastries, and a platter of fresh fruit when she showed Vivian in.

Vivian had barely glanced at the spread. She hadn't touched a drop of tea or taken a single bite. Instead, she sat in perfect silence, her posture rigid yet aggressively elegant, looking every bit like a woman bracing for a high-stakes negotiation.

The lock clicked sharply as the door opened.

Vivian immediately straightened her spine, preparing for battle.

But when the door only opened a fraction of an inch and stopped, a flicker of confusion crossed her face. She assumed it was just a random employee who had realized the room was occupied and walked away.

Strangely, whoever it was hadn't moved.

Vivian stared suspiciously at the gap, a smug realization dawning on her.

Ha. Elara was actually nothing but a terrified coward.

She scoffed inwardly, maliciously imagining the pathetic, hysterical rage currently twisting Elara's face at the mere sight of her.

Another moment passed. Still no sound of retreating footsteps, and still no movement to open the door wider.

Her smug fantasy began to dissolve, replaced by a creeping sense of doubt. Was it not Elara out there? Was she just overthinking it?

Just as she was about to call out and investigate, the door swung open, and the woman in question stepped inside.

Having shed her coat, Elara was clad in a razor-sharp, tailored business suit. Her dark hair was swept up into a sleek twist, and her makeup was flawless and commanding. Having been out of the game for so long, she refused to let a single crack show, knowing her clients demanded absolute, unshakeable professionalism.

Vivian had only encountered Elara a handful of times. Aside from the stunning evening gown she had worn to Sebastian's birthday gala, every other sighting—whether it was dropping by Ark Solutions or the surveillance photos Vivian's private investigators had snapped—painted her as the quintessential, frumpy housewife.

Dressed in loose, comfortable clothes, zero jewelry, completely bare-faced or wearing just a touch of tinted moisturizer, always lugging around an oversized, hideous tote bag. She had zero concept of high fashion.

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