When I Flash-Married a Billionaire, My Ex Went on a Hunger Strike novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106

As Gwyneth walked back into the ballroom, all eyes turned to her. The socialites exchanged curious glances, their whispers rippling through the crowd.

“Isn’t that the latest Spring Floral Collection? A masterpiece–and she’s already wearing it.”

The latest Spring Collection is notoriously unforgiving–who would’ve thought she’d wear it so well? It fits h walk the runway with the models.

Who is that stunning lady? Is she a celebrity? Which agency does she belong to?”

family’s heiress

“Looks like she’s from the VIP section–probably someone’s wife or a rich fam

her like it was made for her; she could

Amidst the whispers, Gwyneth didn’t immediately return to her seat. Instead, she turned toward the dining area. Harrison, remembering how hungry she’d been at the last party, texted her. [There are some desserts and snacks you’ll like in the dining area.]

so thoughtfully, Gwyneth naturally wouldn’t let his kindness go unappreciated.

With someone thinking of her so

Behind Gwyneth, as Melanie listened to the crowd praising Gwyneth, jealousy blazed fiercely in her heart..

Melanie glanced down at the ill–fitting mermaid dress, her cheeks burning with shame. She felt utterly humiliated

She ducked into a corner and called Diana. “Mom, the zipper on my dress broke. Now I’m stuck wearing this cheap backup dress. How am I supposed to impress Adrian like this?

“Mom, get me a couture dress ASAP. If I don’t have it tonight, Il never impress Adrian.

Diana panicked upon hearing this. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll have someone bring it right away. Just wait at the entrance to pick it up. We can’t let such a perfect opportunity slip by today.”

“Okay Melanie gleefully hung up the phone. She sneered at Gwyneth’s retreating back and muttered under her breath, “Hmph, whatever you have, I’ll get it too.”

Melanie dashed excitedly to the entrance, eager to retrieve her dress, only to be blocked by the security guards. “The venue will be locked down fifteen minutes before, the press conference begins. No one is permitted to enter or exit during this time.

“Ms. Jenkins, if you leave now, you won’t be readmitted later. Thank you for your understanding”

What kind of ridiculous rule is this? If I go out now, what about Adrian? And how come Gwyneth gets to have her dress delivered right in?” Melanie wondered

Melanie stood at the entrance, arguing vehemently with the security guards for ages. But the guards wouldn’t budge. Instead, they followed protocol and promptly bolted the doors shut, leaving Melanie fuming with rage.

Just as she was about to berate the rigid, brainless security guards, an attendant’s announcement echoed from the lobby. The press conference is about to begin. Please return to your seats according to your tickets, Latecomers will not be admitted.”

Melanie’s heart skipped a beat. The press conference was about to begin, and she hadn’t gotten her dress yet.

She stared intently at the securely bolted doors, knowing all hope was lost. With gritted teeth, she walked into the hall. Forget the dress, she thought bitterly. What matters now is spending every possible minute with Adrian

The hall was packed with a bustling crowd.

Melanie elbowed her way through the bustl way back to hers,

the bustling crowd, searching for her seat, when she suddenly caught sight of Gwyneth, who was also making her

Having just finished her dessert, Gwyneth glided effortlessly through the crowd. Dressed in an exquisite couture gown, she commanded such presence that people instinctively parted ways, making her the undeniable center of attention.

Melanie burned with envy but forced herself to steer clear of Gwyneth’s limelight, unwilling to be compared unfavorably just because they were

Behind them, Bella had also noticed the Jenkins sisters. Her eyes turned icy as she deliberately rammed into Melanie.

“Ouch-” Melanie stumbled and crashed squarely into Gwyneth’s back.

Gwyneth leaned forward a step, silted her head to look at Melanie with a frown, and said coolly, “If you can’t see where you’re going, you might as

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well donate your eyes to someone who actually needs them.”