A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 87

"Alright then, I'll be waiting for your good news."

Celia ended the call and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, her gaze sweeping across the glittering night skyline of Seastone City. A soft laugh escaped her lips.

That man—he might be timid and cautious in front of her, but when he decided to show his teeth, she knew exactly how ruthless he could be.

Winona, you survived that car crash two years ago. This time, I don't believe you'll be so lucky.

…

Meanwhile, Winona was in her room, talking on the phone with Veronica, who was clearly drunk.

"Nona! Did you see the present I got you? Hehehe… Gorgeous, isn't it? Do you like it?"

"I do," Winona replied, glancing at the dazzling diamond jewelry set laid out before her. "It's very sparkly."

"Hiccup, of course! It has to be flashy for our Nona… Hehehe, actually—"

"Hm?"

"Ah, no, never mind. Oh, I think I'm flying…"

Veronica was getting rowdy again. Winona could hear Magda's exasperated voice in the background; she didn't have to imagine how much of a headache Veronica must be giving her right now.

The truth was, the gift Veronica had wanted to give Winona was a set of dance costumes. She had them custom-made by a renowned designer overseas, a process that took three months. She'd planned to deliver them when she returned home—until she learned that Winona would never dance again.

Giving her a dance costume now would be rubbing salt in the wound. So, at the last minute, Veronica had gone out and bought the jewelry instead.

After her drunken outburst, Veronica suddenly asked, "Nona, did Jonah get you anything? What did he give you?"

Before Winona could answer, there was a clumsy tap and the call disconnected. Clearly, Veronica was well past tipsy. Winona didn't bother calling back. Instead, her gaze drifted to the pile of gifts arranged neatly nearby.

Everyone who'd attended the welcome reception today had brought something for her, and the hotel had made sure every present was delivered safely to her room.

Winona frowned in confusion.

Hadn't he just left? Or did he leave and come back?

Before she could puzzle it out, another message arrived: "I've been thinking, but honestly, I can't come up with any friends I should bring along to dinner. After giving it some thought, I figured I'd better ask Miss Thorne in person."

She could almost sense his resignation through the words.

Winona pressed her lips together, hesitating for only a moment before standing and heading for the door.

If Elvis was already waiting outside, there was no point agonizing over it. She might as well go out and talk to him directly.

Under the night sky, Elvis leaned casually against his car. When he saw Winona step out of the Thorne estate, a flicker of a smile crossed his face.

"Miss Thorne."