Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband

Chapter 20 Complete Disregard

The socialites were keenly attuned to Felicity’s refined preferences; she could enumerate on one hand the skincare products that met her standards. Was it possible that a renowned brand had launched an exclusive, luxury skincare product tailored for IPS This was the burning inquiry circulating among them.

Yet, Felicity maintained an air of secrecy, obedient to Melody’s directives. With each inquiry, curiosity mounted, leaving those seeking answers feeling increasingly perplexed and hungry for information.

Emerging from the venue, Melody was adorned in a resplendent crimson gown, its luxurious fabric gracefully hugging her figure. Paired with dainty high heels and cascading curls, she radiated opulence and sophistication.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

From the vantage point of the second floor, Edward watched her descent, a walnut crunched beneath the pressure of his thumb and index finger. Regret tinged his thoughts as he questioned his decision to allow her such extravagance.

Meanwhile, a knot formed in Bernard’s throat as he anxiously contemplated Mr. Moore’s capricious demeanor, uncertain of what unpredictable actions might follow.

This situation proved to be quite confounding.

Melody’s mind drifted back to a pivotal event from her past–a discreet auction dinner preceding the prestigious Golden Financial Summit in the capital. The focal point of the evening was an exclusive invitation to the summit itself, with the highest bidder also securing an lonic Rehab, a portable electrotherapy device crafted by the renowned medical artisan Master Jose.

Whispers abounded regarding a shadowy figure who had purportedly acquired the device for an astronomical eight–figure sum. Master Jose had crafted only two such devices, and regrettably, the one gifted to Melody by her grandfather had met an untimely demise.

With her current financial resources falling short of bidding on the remaining device, Melody realized she needed to swiftly secure an invitation. She promptly transferred the remaining hundred thousand to another card for the month. Knowing that the following day marked the beginning of a new month, she planned to photograph the invitation and delay payment until the morning.

In her previous experiences, such invitations had fetched a mere fifty thousand. With her confidence unwavering, she believed she could secure it at that price.

The ticket to the intimate banquet had been procured through Andrew, a detail that now felt crucial in her quest for access to the summit.

As night draped its velvety veil over the scene, Melody swept into the gathering cloaked in a sumptuous -scarlet gown, commanding countless admiring and intrigued gazes. Murmurs of admiration echoed

through the room, with some even audibly gasping at the sight of her breathtaking beauty.

In contrast, Suzanna radiated an air of innocence in her snow–white Chanel–style dress, her long locks. cascading over her shoulders like a veil of purity. Standing by her side was the evening’s host, Elana, a fervent devotee of celebrity culture whose admiration for Carson had fostered a close bond with his sister, Suzanna.

As if scripted by fate, the trio of Suzanna, Carson, and Gary entered the venue at precisely that moment, their attention immediately captured by Melody’s entrance, Gary’s eyes glittered with eagerness to approach her, but Carson intervened with a stern expression.

“Gary,” Carson admonished, his tone firm. “Melody will grace us in her own time. Let us wait patiently here.

Carson’s mind wandered through the corridors of memory, retracing every encounter with Melody. He reminisced about her genuine warmth and proactive demeanor toward him; each interaction etched in his mind as a testament to her openness and lack of hesitation in approaching him.

Meanwhile, Suzanna’s attention was captivated by Melody’s figure, her gaze sweeping across the luxurious ensemble adorning her sister. Suddenly, Suzanna gasped in astonishment, leaning in to whisper to Elana, her voice barely above a hushed tone, “Lana, isn’t that dress on my sister the new exclusive design we spotted at Chanel yesterday?”

A creation worth tens of thousands–how could Melody possibly afford such opulence?

Furrowing her brow in consternation, Elana cast a critical eye over Melody, her thoughts mirroring Suzanna’s incredulity. “What is she doing here?” she murmured, her tone tinged with suspicion,

The entire group’s attention fixated on Melody as she maneuvered through the crowd, their outward, demeanor veiling an underlying curiosity and pride. With determined strides, Melody navigated towards her destination, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on something ahead.

Initially anxious that Melody might not approach, Gary attempted to break free from Carson’s grip, eager to welcome her warmly as she drew nearer. His relief, however, was abruptly shattered as Melody brushed” past him without so much as a glance, her attention fixed on Andrew, towards whom she moved with a radiant smile, apologizing for her delay.

Suzanna, witnessing the exchange, couldn’t contain her astonishment. “Hold on, guys, why is Melody with Professor Woodman from Greenfield University? Is he her companion for the evening?” The implications, hung heavy in the air–Melody was already married, making her choice of another man as her escort evidently inappropriate.

Carson’s brow furrowed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “Is this girl married and still intent on bringing shame to our Shield family?” he muttered, his tone tinged with disdain.

Gary, taken aback, felt a wave of bewilderment and disbelief wash over him as his gaze shifted from Andrew to Melody. It was as though a part of his heart had suddenly turned hollow, desolate, and cold.

Did Mel not notice mel

Or had she begun to view us as invisible, our presence inconsequential to her?