Wooing My Ex-Wife
Chapter 40
Chapter 40 The Counterfeit +25 Bonus At eight in the evening, the guests had all arrived at the Mossey residence.
Other than the Mossey family’s relatives, those who came were all people from the upper-class society.
Madelyn was quietly standing beside Jerome, smiling and greeting the guests every once in a while.
However, she was not at all happy.
Her daughter was still in a coma, but Jerome was already trying to bring his illegitimate daughter into the family and even forced her to take Natasha as her own daughter.
She was livid.
Yet, she knew that the only way to prevent the Mossey family from going to ruins was to listen to Jerome, for they did not have a son, and her only daughter was currently unconscious.
Therefore, no matter how averse she was to the situation, she had to pretend as though she adored.
Natasha.
“Look! It’s Ms. Natasha!” someone cried out, and everyone in the hall instantly turned to look at the second floor, where the spotlight was aimed at Natasha had delicate makeup and an elegant smile on her face.
Her haute couture dress only made her look even more poised.
Every step she took as she came down the stairs was filled with grace.
The crowd immediately cheered and clapped, surrounding the new future heiress of the family.
One of the rich ladies said to Madelyn, “Mrs.
Mossey, you’re blessed.
Even your younger daughter is wonderful.
Moreover, her fiancé is Wright Construction Group’s CEO.
How jealous you make others!” Another rich woman quickly chimed in to curry favor with Madelyn.
“That’s right.
Mr. Wright’s young, handsome, and capable.
They’re truly a match made in heaven.
You’re so lucky, Mrs.
Mossey!” “No, no, of course not.
as lucky as you-the two of you have both a son and
smilingly as she discreetly clenched her
currently sitting in silence, his face devoid
the noble way he carried himself made it difficult for others around him
was reveling in
and attention boosted
from wealthy families had their gazes fixed on her ever since she
their gazes too, and she deliberately
down, another commotion occurrel among
40 The Counterfeit +25 Bonus The young
youngest son of the Zipper family, his appearance made the crowd even more
noticed the woman
white dress made her fair skin glow even more, and although her makeup was light,
the crowd, she seemed like an elegant angel descending from
in awe, and no
the stairs, had never expected Gwendolyn’s appearance to instantly draw everyone’s attention
awkwardly on the stairs while everyone ignored her, unsure whether it would be
Anger flooded her veins.
and almost suffocated her.
was the fact that Gwendolyn
whole afternoon on this makeup, but it’s no match for light makeup like hers? Why? Which part of me is worse than this b*tch? Furious, Natasha gritted her teeth, but she quickly recomposed
close to her
Joaquin’s companion is wearing the same haute couture dress as Ms. Natasha!” “You’re right! The one
forgotten how
guests began looking back and forth, sizing Gwendolyn and Natasha
charm made Natasha seem mediocre at best,
was utterly defeated by
nearly burst a blood vessel when she realized how things
wanted! Soon, another person noticed something
That’s First Snow, isn’t it?” “Oh my, it really is Ms. Z’sFirst
if you’re rich, so why are there
40 The Counterfeit The crowd gasped, pushing the
of two identical dresses meant that one had to be
saw that things were going back on the right
Jerome and Madelyn “‘ere
Bonus They never expected such an incident to happen when
The guests chattered away, and
and they all
get ugly and spiral out of control, Madelyn walked over to
for this to have happened
too, but let me explain
cost thirty million, and I had
About Wooing My Ex-Wife - Chapter 40
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