<b>Chapter </b>317
It just <b>didn’t </b>make sense.
Every stitch I made was even and tight, and I had the entire dress tailored to her body so perfectly that even <b>if </b>the strap broke<b>, </b><b>it </b><b>would </b><b>catch </b>on her chest instead of falling off immediately. Unless the zipper at the back also gave way at the same <b>time</b>.N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.
<b>But </b><b>that </b>couldn’t be. The fabric and zipper were from suppliers I’d worked with since my days at the Ferguson Group. Quality was never a question. After all, I made the dress with my own hands.
<b>Grabbing </b>my <b>coat</b><b>, </b><b>I </b>rushed onstage to cover her up, but she pped me across the face as if possessed! “Did you <b>do </b>this on purpose <b>to </b>humiliate me today?<b>”</b>
Without thinking, I pped her back. “Dorothy<b>, </b>I’m not foolish enough to ruin my own reputation!”
Dorothy red at me, lunging again, but Bryant, calm as ever, stepped in from nowhere, pulling her behind him and draping his jacket over her shoulders. What a perfect picture of a knight in shining <b>armor</b>.
Susan approached with two bodyguards, visibly shaking with anger. <b>“</b>Lock her <b>up</b><b>!</b>”
Seeing Bryant’s furrowed brow, Susan scoffed, “Mr. Ferguson, you’re not defending her today, are you?”
“Of course not.” Bryant <b>didn’t </b>nce my way, his voice as cold as midwinter frost, “She’s just <b>an </b>ex–wife.”
“Good!” At Susan’smand, the bodyguards moved in.
I knew I was on the Myers family’s territory, nked by bodyguards who were just the tip of the iceberg. Lowering my gaze, too tired <b>to </b>resist, I said, “No need for force. I’ll go quietly.”
Seeing mypliance<b>, </b>the bodyguards led me away. One guided me in the <b>front</b><b>, </b>and the other watched <b>from </b>behind. Christine tried to reach me, but other bodyguards blocked her.
They took me down to the underground parking lot and drove me to a mansion in <b>an </b>exclusive neighborhood, <b>pushing </b>me into a
you <b>out</b>.” storage room. “Just stay here until Mrs. Myers decides to let
“Can’t… Can’t we pick another ce?” I pleaded as the door was about to close. Small, dark, enclosed spaces have terrified me since that incident <b>at </b>home.
The bodyguard said, “That’s Mrs. Myers‘ order. We can’t change it.”
The door clicked shut, plunging me into darkness. My first instinct was to find my phone, but I left <b>it </b><b>in </b>my purse at the hotel. I groped for the light switch in vain.
The repeated clicking of the switch was <b>a </b>fruitless effort<b>. </b>The guard mocked from outside, “Don’t bother. The power’s cut <b>in </b>the storage.<b>” </b>Hopelessness washed over me. Memories flooded back as I sank against the wall, trembling from head to toe.
Not again, please<b>.</b>
As a child, I cried and begged to no avail. When grown, I became mute. Because with age, I understood the value of power. Like at today’s engagement party, whether I attended, they always had a reason to confine me. Despite my efforts to steer clear of them and live my own life.
<b>But </b>powerless as I was, my thoughts never mattered. After what seemed like forever<b>, </b>the lock clicked and light flooded <b>into </b>the <b>room</b>.
Regal in her evening gown<b>, </b>Susan looked down at me with <b>a </b>smirk. “Jane, you are proud, aren’t you? You even dared to p my daughter on stage. Today, I’ll break your pride piece by piece.”