Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 11

Stephanie stumbled from the push.

He had come from behind, and the momentum sent the sharp edge of the glass she was holding digging into the palm of her hand.

A piercing pain, sharp as a needle to the heart, shot up her arm, making her wince.

Quennel shielded Victoria, looking at Stephanie with a helpless expression. “Stephanie, what are you doing? I didn't invite Victoria here. Can you please stop making a scene?”

Hearing this, Stephanie dropped the glass, her eyes red-rimmed. “Making a scene? Quennel, did you even hear what Victoria was just saying to me?”

Victoria shrank into Quennel's arms, looking terrified. Her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, as if she'd been terribly wronged.

“Don't you dare accuse me of anything! What did I say? I just saw how good Quennel is to you, yet you've been sullen all evening, acting like he owes you something.

I told you to appreciate what you have, and you flew into a rage and attacked me!”

One was a helpless, innocent girl; the other, an aggressive, wealthy heiress.

People instinctively side with the underdog, and Victoria knew exactly how to play her cards.

Better yet, her face was still swollen, the red mark from the slap serving as the perfect proof of Stephanie's guilt. Victoria made a show of half-concealing her cheek, ensuring everyone could see it.

Stephanie's gaze turned cold, her eyes filled with ice. “That's right, I don't appreciate him. But what business is it of yours to feel sorry for him?

Quennel is devoted to me, and if you don't like it, you can lump it! As long as I'm his wife, you, Victoria, will always be the other woman, hiding in the shadows!”

Stephanie's words were harsh, sparing neither Victoria nor Quennel.

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