Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 369

It was as if she were simply hosting one of her daily clients, not sitting across from the mistress who had destroyed her marriage, stolen her husband, and come to gloat.

She apologized for being late, politely offered a fresh beverage, and commanded the room with effortless, unbothered hospitality.

This was the exact opposite of the screeching, humiliating, tear-soaked meltdown Vivian had anticipated.

Vivian's playbook didn't include a scenario where she was met with total, bloodless indifference.

She watched in stunned silence as Elara took her cup, poured out the cold liquid, and replaced it with a steaming pour.

Once she was finished, Elara poured a cup for herself, took a slow sip, and delicately picked up a pastry to eat.

Having fulfilled her obligations as a host, Elara promptly ignored her, enjoying her snack and waiting for Vivian to finally spit out whatever nonsense had brought her here.

Vivian was speechless.

She took back everything she had thought earlier.

Elara wasn't treating her like a rival, nor was she treating her like a valued client.

What kind of professional lawyer completely ignored a guest in their own conference room?

Elara simply, fundamentally, did not view her as a threat.

That realization ignited a blinding, suffocating rage inside Vivian's chest.

It was the infuriating, humiliating helplessness of performing a pathetic song and dance, only to realize your audience didn't even know you existed.

"I assume you know why I'm here."

Unable to endure the silence a second longer, Vivian finally snapped. She glared at the fresh cup of tea and sneered, "Pouring my drinks for me? What, do you have a fetish for playing the dutiful maid?"

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