No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Elisa’s lips curled into a wry smile as she mused, “Ah, I knew these sneaky two must be up to something. So, it turns out this is their little scheme, huh?”

Rochelle timely lifted her wine glass, finding it difficult to articulate her apology. However, she comforted herself with the thought that everything would return to normal after today.

She said, “Ms. Benett, I admit I was immature and foolish back then. Here’s to making amends and hoping we can move past our disagreements. I know you do not hold grudges, so I ask for your forgiveness.”

A faint smile played on Rochelle’s lips as she anticipated Elisa’s impending ordeal tonight. This softened her demeanor, adding a touch of authenticity to her somewhat feigned apology.

Elisa responded with a grin, “Why not? I’m open to it. If you’re keen to return to your previous role at the company, you’d have to go through the hiring process. However, whether you’re rehired relies on your qualifications and abilities—there’s no shortcut.”

Paul and Rochelle’s faces turned long in an instant.

Elisa was well aware they were discussing Rochelle’s reinstatement. However, Elisa made it clear that Rochelle would need to undergo the conventional hiring process.

Did she mean that I have to start from scratch as a junior employee? Would that mean Bella would hold the reins over me? Ridiculous! I won’t stand for their oppression!

As Rochelle teetered on the brink of losing her cool, Paul shot her a warning glance.

in her frustration and regained her composure. Taking a deep breath, she mustered a somewhat strained smile at

Ms. Benett. I appreciate the opportunity.

at Rochelle, brushing

people strolled past, throwing

lot of fun for Elisa, but she made sure not to lose control by

measured sips or feigned sipping. If her wine glass left her line of sight, she wouldn’t

safeguards, why would she even consider

both glasses and turned to Elisa. “Is this enough to demonstrate my sincerity

remained silent. Then, she reached for one of the

to her nose, she caught a whiff of the drug’s faint scent. Elisa mused. Well-played, but you didn’t anticipate my

ingest the drugged wine,

expose their tactics; instead, she

with bated breath

to embracing harmony and

face, though her eyes didn’t share the same warmth. Following this, Paul and Rochelle excused themselves. Elisa’s eyes followed their departure, her smile taking a malicious twist. Although Glacier Isle was a prized property, with no homes built there, they would have to head back to the hotel near the pier