Chapter 92
Eleanor looked completely drained, slumped in the corner of the seat, trembling slightly. She looked so pitiful that it was almost painful to watch.
“El, are you alright?”
“El, what’s wrong?”
“Don’t come near me.” Eleanor curled up behind her seatbelt, wallowing in self–pity. “I’m just a little sad. After being away for so long, I just wanted to attend a ceremony and catch up with old friends quietly. I don’t want to win anything. didn’t come to take anything away from
anyone…
Theodore couldn’t stand seeing her upset. Protective as ever, he said, “El, don’t cry. I’ve already pulled strings in the industry. No one will lend that woman a dress!”
“But I heard that… Jocelyn hired Veronica as her fashion consultant. I’m scared… Heath said he’s busy tonight and couldn’t make it. I’m terrified.”
Eleanor lifted her chin, and her diamond earrings, set in her earlobes, shimmered with light.
Theodore was dying to pull her into his arms and comfort her. But of course, Archie had to be sitting right there, ruining the moment.
“So, that’s the fashion consultant Jocelyn hired to ruffle feathers, “Theodore said, his smile chilly. He hadn’t even begun his attack on Veronica yet, and she was walking right into the fire.
That gown incident yesterday had to be her doing, as a setup to threaten him.
Too bad she picked the wrong target.
“A woman who couldn’t even hack it as a housewife, and now she thinks she belongs in the fashion industry? What a joke.”
“El, just wait. Tonight, you’re going to watch them crash and burn.”
Right after that post went live two days ago, Theodore refunded Jocelyn for the gown and sent two tailors to help her “repair” it.
He also contacted every respectable brand in the industry and told them not to lend anything
to Jocelyn.
As such, he figured that she’d probably have no choice but to wear that white feather–frin dress that night. She clearly loved it.
But the moment she brought in a fashion consultant, it was a direct slap in the face to Windswept Atelier. It was an act of betrayal.
Theodore figured that if Jocelyn wanted a free dress, she’d soon find out what it felt like to fall
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from grace.
Archie had been listening to all of it, and his frown deepened. He’d ordered someone to block Jocelyn’s van just to make sure she wouldn’t embarrass him at the venue.
But judging by the look on Theodore’s face, that bastard definitely had something more sinister planned, and it was something that might even drag him down, too.
“What the hell is this all for? I already said to keep someone on–site to watch them! If you’re still not satisfied, I’ll call Jocelyn and make her back out of this damn event!”
Eleanor, teary–eyed, looked at him with admiration. “Archie, you’re amazing.”
Theodore turned his face away, not wanting to look at either of them. He could hardly stand the sound of it.
Archie figured Theodore was a textbook case of sour grapes–just because he couldn’t have it, he acted like it wasn’t worth having,
“Just wait and see.”
Jocelyn had always been a convenient prop to keep Eleanor in line. He never imagined that one day, a perfectly obedient prop would team up with some outsider to turn against him.
Archie stared hard at the celebrity van blocked by the white sedan ahead. He was glad that, regardless of her smarts, she was still stuck there
He believed that Veronica had totally corrupted Jocelyn. Now, she was all wild and reckless, too.
While Archie quietly savored the thought of Jocelyn being trapped in that alleyway van, he even called her just for his own amusement.
“Jocelyn, if you don’t have a dress, do us all a favor and stay off the red carpet. Don’t
embarrass yourself.”
Just as he finished speaking, a figure suddenly leaped out of the celebrity van. Looking closely, he realized it was that bitch, Veronica!
She was running straight toward the front of the white sedan.
Archie let out a mocking laugh. Was she trying to fake an accident now?
He hoped Bruce would just run her over. He’d pay a few million dollars in hush money without even blinking. It’d be worth every penny.
