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.

her composure. Taking a deep breath, she mustered a

Benett. I appreciate the opportunity. How about

at Rochelle,

as people strolled past, throwing curious glances

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

left her line of sight, she wouldn’t touch it again;

all these safeguards, why would she even consider accepting a glass

this enough to demonstrate my sincerity and convince you that I mean

silent. Then, she reached

her nose, she caught a whiff of the drug’s faint scent.

ingest the drugged wine, meaning she had the

tactics; instead, she took a drink

bated breath as Elisa sipped,

who grinned and said, “Here’s to

Paul and Rochelle excused themselves. Elisa’s eyes followed their departure, her smile taking a malicious twist. Although Glacier Isle was a prized property,