Her message couldn’t have been clearer.
She had destroyed my engagement, made me the laughingstock of the city, and now she was consumed with guilt.
If I didn’t speak up, she wouldn’t stop her little act.
Perfect.
I arched a brow and sipped my champagne, silently urging her to continue.
Biting her lip, Yvonne hesitated for a moment before bending down, ready to slap herself again.
Victor strode forward suddenly, and with a loud crash, he slapped the champagne glass right out of my hand.
“Mia Grant, don’t go too far! Have you no sense of decency?”
Victor’s cold eyes burned with anger as he glared at me.
He turned to Yvonne, gently helping her to her feet and brushing his hand over her swollen, tear-streaked face with tender care.
“Mia, apologize. Do it now, in front of everyone, and this matter will be over. I won’t hold it against you.”
I nearly burst out laughing.
Looking back, I was far too naive.
When I uncovered Yvonne’s scheme, I immediately sent Victor a detailed message, explaining everything I had witnessed.
I warned him to be cautious of Yvonne.
The next day, news broke that Yvonne had “died from poisoning.”
But it wasn’t fake this time.
She was really dead.
The media went into a frenzy, claiming she had taken her own life, unable to handle the public backlash.
Victor left me a voice message, “Thank you for the warning, Miss Grant. Anyone who dares deceive me will pay the price.”
And just like that, the matter seemed resolved.
For years, I assumed he had confronted Yvonne and forced her to take the real poison.
After all, he was a man who always sought revenge.
It wasn’t until the moment of my own death that I learned the truth.
The “deceiver” he spoke of?
It was me.
“Mia Grant, did you hear me?” Victor’s voice cut through my thoughts.
“Yvonne did nothing wrong. It was my decision to marry her. I, Victor Harlow, am ending our engagement.”
I stared at him, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
I must have been blind.
All these years, I thought he was a level-headed business genius.
“Emily, the heads of the four leading families are all in the VIP suite upstairs, right?”
Emily blinked, startled, then nodded hesitantly.
Lifting the hem of my gown, I strode toward the elevator.
Victor followed closely behind.
“What are you planning to do?”
“Mr. William and the others came here privately tonight; they didn’t announce their presence.”
Of course, I knew that.
