Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 113

“Never thought you’d marry a broke guy and suddenly grow a backbone, huh?” Tracy stood with her arms crossed, chin lifted, looking down her nose at Yvonne.

Outside, the event hall buzzed with laughter and conversation, but Tracy clearly didn’t care if anyone overheard.

Her eyes flicked to the ring on Yvonne’s hand. “Wow, rocking a knockoff Cartier? Let me guess, picked it up on Wish? You really are gullible.”

“Tracy,” Yvonne replied coolly, “what do you think your new VP boyfriend would say if he found out about your little fling with his father? Still think you can hitch yourself to a powerful man?”

Yvonne’s voice was calm, her gaze icy—like thin spring ice, cold and unyielding. Tracy felt a chill crawl up her spine.

Ever since Yvonne married that so-called deadbeat, something about her had changed. She seemed… untouchable.

“You—you wouldn’t dare! If it wasn’t for you—” Tracy’s voice rose, brimming with accusation, as if every bad thing was Yvonne’s fault. But Yvonne cut her off.

“You’re reaping what you sowed. It’s your own mess.” Yvonne barely glanced at her before turning and walking away, her composure unshaken.

Tracy seethed, fists clenched. At least, with the Reed family bankrupt, her own dirty laundry wouldn’t be aired—at least for now.

“I won’t let you get away with this!” Tracy hissed through gritted teeth, boring holes into Yvonne’s retreating back.

Even after Yvonne disappeared down the hall, Tracy’s anger refused to fade.

“Excuse me—are you Yvonne’s sister?” Linda, phone in hand, approached with a friendly smile.

Tracy turned, spotting the event director’s badge pinned to Linda’s blazer. In an instant, her scowl vanished, replaced by a sugary grin.

“Yes, I’m Tracy, Yvonne’s younger sister.” She extended her hand with practiced politeness.

Linda shook it and laughed. “I just caught a bit of what you said. Yvonne married a broke guy? Have you met him?”

Rumors about Yvonne had floated around the company after that scene at the entrance, but no one had dared spread them further.

“Oh, I’ve met him,” Tracy replied, feigning sweetness though disdain flickered in her eyes. “He’s easy on the eyes, but just an insurance salesman. Bought her a cheap little car, and suddenly she thought she was too good for the family—cut us all off.”

She felt a pang of guilt.

Marico: What time will you be done? Let’s have dinner with Grandma tonight.

Yvonne: I’m almost finished here. I’ll head over as soon as work’s done.

Marico: Okay. I might be half an hour late.

After replying, Yvonne texted Grace to ask where she was so she could meet her.

Grace urged her to hurry—Xenia had arrived, with a full entourage, and all the staff were scrambling to greet her.

Yvonne saw Grace’s message about the “welcome,” thinking it was just routine. She had no idea the whole event would shift to spotlight Xenia, the pampered heiress making her grand debut.

What had been a quiet networking session for professionals suddenly turned into a media circus. Reporters spilled into the venue, cameras flashing, all jostling for a shot of Xenia at the registration desk.