A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 110

The next evening, Veronica burst into Winona's apartment, insisting they go out for hot pot.

Soon after, the copper pot on their table was bubbling merrily, and Veronica was practically drooling with anticipation.

"I craved this so much when I was abroad," she gushed, dropping a generous helping of thinly sliced lamb into the broth. "Sure, I tried hot pot places out there, but it just wasn't the same."

Winona grinned. "I actually found a few decent spots back in Seastone City."

Not that she'd gone often, though.

Tyson didn't care for it, and she was always busy with work.

Funny, she and Veronica both loved hot pot, but somehow, when she was with Tyson, even something this simple became a luxury.

Well, whatever. She was here with her best friend, enjoying a great meal—no reason to dwell on unpleasant memories.

"By the way," Veronica said as she fished out a piece of lamb, "my dad told me today he wants me to go with him to Mr. Dalton's birthday gala in a few days. Sixtieth birthday, apparently—it's supposed to be quite a big deal. I haven't even picked a dress. You have to help me later, okay?"

"Of course," Winona replied. "I'll be at Mr. Dalton's party too."

"Really?" Veronica's eyes sparkled. "That's perfect! I was worried I'd be bored out of my mind. Honestly, I thought you wouldn't go."

She knew the Daltons would definitely send an invitation to the Goodwins, but Winona rarely showed up to these kinds of events.

"Well, I'm starting to help my dad with the company now," Winona said, placing a few pieces of lamb into Veronica's bowl. "Some socializing is necessary."

"True. My dad gave me the same speech—since I just got back, I should meet more people."

They chatted and laughed over their meal. The evening was going perfectly—until suddenly, a man's voice sounded right next to Winona.

"Winona? What are you doing here?"

Winona's smile faded. She turned and saw one of Tyson's friends, staring at her in shock.

The man took a step back, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "Sorry, sorry," he muttered, backing out of the restaurant. But as he left, he couldn't help glancing back at Winona, convinced it really was her—voice and all. How could he be mistaken?

Outside the hot pot restaurant, he immediately pulled out his phone to call Tyson.

"Ty, guess who I just ran into?"

Tyson was peeling an orange for Celia, his phone on speaker.

He sounded utterly uninterested. "Who?"

"Winona!" the guy exclaimed dramatically.

Tyson's hands froze mid-peel. Next to him, Celia's face darkened.

"Where did you see her?" Tyson struggled to keep the urgency out of his voice; the last thing he needed was anyone thinking he cared.