A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 124

That's... Winona!

She was gliding into the ballroom, her arm linked gracefully with Elvis's.

Her long hair was swept up, and she wore a dazzling off-the-shoulder white gown, the mermaid silhouette hugging her figure. A striking gemstone brooch glittered at her chest, adding a final touch of elegance.

She looked every bit the picture of grace and poise—radiant, refined, and utterly captivating. The moment she appeared, every head in the room turned.

Tyson stared at Winona, hands trembling violently.

He couldn't make sense of it.

Why was Elvis's date at an event like this... Winona?

Wasn't Elvis supposed to be engaged to Miss Thorne?

Wasn't Miss Thorne supposed to be here tonight as well?

Wait...

A terrifying, shocking idea slammed into Tyson's mind.

He thought of how the Thorne family had singled him out for no apparent reason.

Winona had moved to the capital after leaving Seastone City.

Now, here she was, arm in arm with Elvis, making their entrance at Mr. Dalton's birthday celebration.

So, could it be—Winona was the elusive, mysterious Miss Thorne herself?

Just then, word spread that Elvis and Winona had arrived. Mr. Dalton hurried down from the upstairs lounge, beaming with delight.

"Mr. Rogers, Miss Thorne!" he greeted, his warmth unmistakable. "What an honor to have you both here tonight!"

Elvis nodded politely. "You're too kind, Mr. Dalton."

Winona smiled gently, her tone soft and gracious. "Mr. Dalton, Elvis and I wish you a wonderful year ahead, continued prosperity, and happiness for your whole family."

The words "Elvis and I" sent a vein throbbing furiously at Tyson's temple.

Mr. Dalton could hardly contain his joy.

The presence of Elvis and Winona was an undeniable mark of prestige for him—especially Winona.

Tyson remained rooted to the spot, as if his throat had been stuffed with a wad of ice-cold cotton, leaving him gasping for air.

Mr. Dalton's words had landed like a sledgehammer on his skull.

Winona really was Miss Thorne.

Chairman Thorne's one and only daughter, the future heir to the Thorne Group.

And what had he done?

He'd even boasted to Winona's face about how Celia was close to the Thornes and could help broker a partnership between Goodwin Enterprises and the Thorne Group.

He'd made a complete fool of himself.

Suddenly, Tyson swung his head around to look at Celia beside him.

She looked even more stricken than he did.

She was shaking uncontrollably, her perfectly applied makeup doing nothing to hide her panic and dread. She clung to Tyson's arm, muttering under her breath, "No... This can't be happening..."