Chapter 1017
Vanessa’s chest heaved violently. Seeing them standing together, united against her, a burning sense of humiliation washed over her. With no strength left to say anything more, she could only glare at them before turning and walking quickly toward the elevator, her heart filled with despair.
Henry looked at Selma, a bitter smile on his lips. “You heard everything p>
Selma nodded. “Yes, I heard some of it p>
“Am I pathetic?” Henry asked, his voice full of self-mockery.
Selma shook her head and smiled gently. “Not pathetic. You might have been a little foolish before, but you’ve come to your senses, and that’s a good thing p>
Her words were like a warm current, calming Henry’s agitated heart. He suddenly pulled her into his arms and sighed softly, “I’m so glad I met you p>
Selma leaned against his chest and smiled.
Back in the luxury van, Laverne saw Vanessa’s pale face, her exquisite makeup smudged and her eye makeup ruined by tears. She quickly handed her a bottle of water. “Vanessa, what’s wrong? Did you and Mr. Holt have a fight p>
Vanessa was not a truly fragile person. Though she wanted to cry, she tilted her head back, refusing to let the tears fall. Her eyes were filled with a scarlet hatred.
She knew that many people would be laughing at her now. The more that was the case, the more she had to prove she was doing well. Her current wealth and status already surpassed that of so many others.
Even without lan and Henry’s support, she could live a good life.
And in the future, she wouldn’t have trouble finding someone better than lan or Henry. If not in this country, then abroad. If not someone young and handsome, then surely a wealthy old tycoon. There were plenty of resources for her to grasp, and she would not let anyone laugh at her.
Vanessa took a few large gulps of water. She had fought with all her might, using every trick in the book to achieve her current glamorous life.
She would continue to live this way. She had enjoyed the feeling of being on top of the world, and no one could pull her down.
Not lan, not Henry, and certainly not Eleanor.
Beside her, Laverne saw the ambition and desire in Vanessa’s eyes and knew she hadn’t been defeated. As long as she stuck with her, there was still a way forward.
Back at her vista, Vanessa took a
shower and stood before the floor-to-ceiling window in a sexy nightgown. She would no longer rely on any man. Men were unreliable. The only things she could truly count on were the resources in her hands and her own abilities.
With her looks, her cunning, and the wealth she had accumulated, she was confident she could find a new backer and new opportunities.. From now on, it didn’t matter what kind of tycoon it was; as long as he was rich and powerful, she could play the part and please him.
If she fell to the bottom, she would just climb back up.
If anyone asked what she had truly gained in the past ten years, they probably wouldn’t believe it.
She had spent a decade getting revenge on someone for stealing the man she loved.
And that person was Eleanor.
She would never forget the feeling of having her chance to change her destiny snatched away by Eleanor.
Although she had appeared by lan’s side as a donor, that year, for him, she had practiced piano desperately, studying only to get into the prestigious Arts Institute. In the
UT
her were covered i
chilblains that cracked and bled, making every note painful, but she
endured. She studied day and night,
hoping to be accepted.
But that same year, just as she was holding her acceptance letter, ready to tell
lan, bombshell news came from her home country.
Somehow, Eleanor had managed to make lan marry her.
lan was married.
Eleanor had stolen the man she loved most and destroyed her best chance at happiness.
From that day forward, she vowed to force Eleanor and lan into divorce and to reclaim everything that had been taken from her, one by one: the title of Mrs. Goodwin, lan’s affection, and lan himself.