Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler novel Chapter 1500

Chapter 1500

Chapter 1500

Joanne's face was devoid of emotion. "What are you trying to say?"

"Mr. Atherton's ex-wife is Joanne, and your name is Joanna. So, you know what I mean. He pays attention to you only because he sees you as a replacement for his ex-wife."

Joanne sneered, "Allow me to correct you. He pays a lot of attention to me."

"Joanna! Have you no shame? Mr. Atherton only sees you as a stand-in!"

"I'm a stand-in, yet you're jealous of me." Joanne wasn't one to back down, and her tone turned forceful. "Doesn't that mean that even a stand-in is better than you?"

"You're sharp-tongued, aren't you? No wonder Sharon lost to you."

Disdain filled Noah's eyes as she dropped her pretense.

She slowly approached Joanne and leaned in slightly. Her lips close to Joanne's ear, she sneered, "But now your opponent is me. Speaking of which, I should thank you for helping me get rid of that idiot."

Over the past four years, Noah had used countless methods to drive Sharon away from Edwin.

But Sharon was already a mess. No matter how Noah tried to frame her, it would only make the scandal bigger, and Edwin didn't care at all.

So, she couldn't do anything although she was quite resourceful.

She could only watch Sharon remain as Mrs. Atherton.

Gazing at Noah's resentful expression, tinged with smugness and madness, Joanne merely curled her lips with indifference.

"Miss Sinclair, it's your prerogative to fancy a jerk, but don't assume others share your taste. I couldn't care less about a playboy like Edwin. Even if you did manage to snatch him away, you'd merely be picking up my cast-offs. You treasure a man I find distasteful. What is there to be proud of?"

"You..."

As Joanne emerged from the bathroom, she caught sight of a tall, imposing figure at the end of the corridor.

He stood with one hand casually tucked into his trouser pocket, leaning nonchalantly against the guardrail. His jaw hung slightly slack, revealing a profile that was both flawless and tough. His sensuous lips were slightly pursed, exuding an irresistible allure. He was a living embodiment of raw desire.

Girls strolled past him, casting awestruck and admiring glances in his direction.

"Handsome, can I get your number?" A daring girl approached Edwin, her cheeks flushed as she spoke with a hint of shyness.

Edwin lifted his chin, his gaze cool and detached as he regarded the girl.

"Not interested."

The girl's face turned beet red.

"I just wanted to get to know you, nothing more. Is that okay? " persisted the girl, who considered herself attractive. It was always guys accosting her, and his refusal frustrated her.