The Betrayed Heiress Is Now the CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 383

It was Monica.

But she looked nothing like the woman Charlotte remembered.

Every time Charlotte saw her in the past, Monica was impeccably dressed—whether in luxury designer suits or custom gowns, her jewelry always perfectly matched, her hair styled to perfection. She carried herself with the poised elegance of a high-society matron.

But today?

Just as Jenny had described, she looked plain.

She wore no makeup. Her face was sallow and worn, with dark circles under her eyes. She wore a simple, loose-fitting light gray tracksuit—nothing fancy, just something you might find on any tired housewife in her forties. There wasn’t a trace left of the elegance or superiority she used to carry as the lady of the Gibson family.

It looked like the Gibsons were truly in dire straits.

Even someone as vain and status-conscious as Monica had fallen this far.

Charlotte curled her lips slightly. “Serves her right,” she scoffed silently.

She stepped forward slowly.

Monica spotted her and immediately rushed over, her movements frantic. She reached for Charlotte’s arm—only for Petra to step in and shove her back.

Monica stumbled, but quickly regained her footing, her tone pleading and desperate—worlds away from her usual haughty manner.

“Charlotte, please. I’m begging you, help the Gibson Corporation. Help us. The Riley family is the richest in Jasper City. If you’re willing to invest, to help us through this, I’ll do anything you ask. Anything!”

Charlotte let out a soft, disbelieving laugh.

“Anything I ask?”

“Yes, yes!” Monica nodded repeatedly. “As long as it’s within my power, I’ll do it. Please, just help us. We’ve lost everything. My husband collapsed from overwork and was hospitalized. Zac drinks all day now. Our family’s falling apart. We won’t last much longer.”

Charlotte looked at her, half-smiling.

“And what exactly can you do for me?”

Monica froze.

She didn’t have an answer. She had spoken in panic and desperation, throwing out promises she couldn’t even define.

“I… could you at least consider helping us for Zac’s sake?” she tried again. “You were together for three years. Didn’t you love him? Can you really just stand by and watch him drink himself into ruin?”

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