A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 220

“Really?” Winona looked down at herself, a little self-conscious.

Since it was just a private gathering tonight—not some formal event—she’d chosen a simple dress and put on a touch of light makeup.

“Really,” Elvis said, his gaze never leaving her. “You look beautiful, no matter what you wear.”

She wanted to tease him for being so smooth, but the sincerity in his eyes and voice left her at a loss for words. Instead, she just felt her ears grow warm.

“Alright then.” Winona let out a soft laugh. “Let’s go.”

Elvis noticed the flush creeping up her neck and couldn’t help but smile.

“After you.”

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Meanwhile, in the hotel lobby, Eric stared at the news article his bodyguard had just shown him, a chill running down his spine. Goosebumps prickled along his arms.

That old pervert’s company was leagues bigger than his, not to mention far more powerful.

And yet, he’d been ruined—just like that.

So what about him?

If Elvis and Winona wanted to crush him, it would be as easy as squashing a bug.

He hadn’t forgotten what Winona told him that night—she made it very clear he wasn’t to bother Sue again.

But, he thought, a few days had passed. Surely they’d cooled off by now.

Sue always loved him. If he came to take her home, she’d definitely say yes.

He couldn’t lose her—not when she was Winona’s friend!

What he didn’t expect was for Sue to refuse to see him, and for the bodyguards to block his way at every turn.

Frustrated and desperate, he started to make a scene.

But now, after seeing the news about the old pervert, sheer terror gripped him.

Was he next?

Mrs. Milo, knowing Winona had a sensitive stomach, made sure someone brought her a cup of mild herbal tea.

Two of the guests, clearly excited, each grabbed a gun and positioned themselves at the shooting lanes.

After two shots rang out, Milo clapped enthusiastically. “Eight ring, nine ring! Well done, both of you!”

The two men, encouraged, took a few more shots, though their aim was clearly inconsistent—sometimes hitting eight or nine, sometimes just five or six.

Milo, ever the gracious host, kept cheering them on, inflating their egos. Before long, they were practically floating with pride.

After a while, a bit tired, the two men set down their guns and settled onto a couch to rest.

One picked up his drink, took a sip, and then looked over at Elvis, who was sitting on a sofa across the room.

“Mr. Rogers, aren’t you going to give it a try?”

Elvis didn’t answer immediately; he turned to Winona first. “Would you like to?”

Before Winona could reply, one of the men burst out laughing. “Ha! President Thorne, a woman, trying her hand at shooting? I doubt she’d be up for it!”