A third party, and now a fourth party was being cursed at.


    Never did I expect that just as I burst intoughter, a stifled chuckle echoed not far behind me.


    Startled, I turned around and met a somewhat carefree and unruly face, with a hint of roguishness at theers of his lips. He wore a leather jacket and casually leaned against the wall. "Mrs. Frost has quite unique tastes."


    Caught eavesdropping, I felt a bit guilty, but then dissipated it with a thought. "Aren''t you the same?"


    "I didn''t want to interrupt your enjoyment."


    "Well, you''ve interrupted it now."


    I retorted, ncing at him. "Who are you, and how do you know about me?"


    "Frank Smith." He told me his full name, abandoning his nonchnt demeanor and straightened up. "Mrs. Frost, goodbye."


    With that said, he walked away, grabbed the bun of the wealthy heiress, and sarcastically remarked, Bethany, with your intelligence so dim that you can''t even distinguish who the real Mrs. Frost is, you can forget about being a mistress."


    Bethany frowned deeply. "Franky! What do you mean?"


    "If you call me that disgusting nickname again, I''ll send you back overnight."


    Frank let her go, gave me a meaningful nce, and just when I thought he was going to reveal the truth to his "dear sister," he pped his hands. "I meant that you''re stupid."


    I was somewhat surprised.


    I ran through my mind of the sons of affluent families in Jston, and indeed, there was no one like him.


    However... to be able to dress so casually at Mrs. Renolds''s 80th birthday party, and to be so calm in such gatherings, he definitely couldn''t be an ordinary person.


    While I was thinking, my phone rang.


    "Where are you?"


    Ryan''s indifferent voice came from the other end.


    I smirked. "I''m here in the restroom on the first floor, just finished watching your fourth party confront the third party. They''re both your mistresses."


    "What fourth party and third party? What nonsense are you talking about? I''ming to find you!"


    With that said, Ryan''s tone grew even colder, and soon enough, he found his way to me.


    I sighed regretfully. "You called toote, they just finished. Otherwise, you could have defended your Hoved one."


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    "Charlotte." He frowned, scrutinizing me intensely as if trying to read some emotion from my face, but ultimately left disappointed. "Is that... all you have to say?"


    That sentence still made me feel upset.


    It wasn''t because of him, but because of myself.


    In more than three years of marriage, the countless nights we had spent together, he had left me behind countless times for Jessica, including the moment when our child died. Those heart-wrenching sorrows that pierced me. I had to go through all of that myself.


    How could I not feel upset, not feel disappointed when he asked me such a question face-to-face?


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    I emotions, lightly squeezing my palms, and gave a faint smile. "Yeah, we''re about to get divorced soon anyway, so what else is there to pretend about?"


    "You really have a clear view of yourself!" He gritted his teeth after saying this, gripping my wrist. "Come with me to congratte Mrs. Renolds on her birthday. "Okay," I agreed indifferently.


    Anyway, there''s no need to wait any longer. It doesn''t hurt to go through these formalities with him.This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    Perhaps knowing some of Jack''s experiences in the Renolds family, I wasn''t enthusiastic when congratting Mrs. Renolds. I simply offered a few words of good wishes. Ryan noticed I was unhappy. After delivering the birthday gifts, he took me back to the hall.


    He saw through it with one nce, sneering coldly. "Feeling sorry for him because of his experiences in the Renolds family?"


    "Is that not allowed?" I asked.


    Maybe it was because my child was gone, I didn''t have any desires either. Since I had nothing to worry about, I didn''t need to consider the consequences of my actions.


    Ryan''s eyes were cold and sharp, his lips curved in a cold arc. "He''s going to marry Bethany, the daughter of the Shaw family. Do you think there''s still a chance between you two?" "Bethany?"


    The name sounded familiar to me. I quickly remembered and scanned the crowd, pointing in the direction where Bethany was. "You mean her?"


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