The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 183

Jotham hadn’t even arrived at the office yet, but the group chat was already blowing up.

The company’s top-tier S+ project had been hit with a massive scandal, and now the city authorities and other departments were stepping in to investigate.

If they couldn’t sort it out, the partnership with Covington Group would fall through.

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That afternoon.

Inside the flagship Huxley Toys store downtown, staff bustled around, prepping the VIP lounge.

Someone had gone all out—renting the entire store for a private birthday party. The themed suite was decked out with premium drinks and a lavish spread.

“Wisteria, this table’s reserved for some seriously important guests today. Make sure you give them the royal treatment. If you pull it off, you get the credit. But if you mess up… well, you’ll have to answer to Dad, and it won’t be pretty for the Huxley Group’s reputation.”

Solenne’s voice drifted over just as Wisteria was arranging plush toys in the lounge.

Wisteria, in her crisp work uniform, could have passed for any ordinary store manager. There was no sign she was the Huxley family’s heiress.

But Wisteria acted as if she hadn’t heard a word. She finished her task and brushed past Solenne without a glance, treating her as if she were invisible.

Solenne smirked coldly. She was used to Wisteria’s attitude by now.

But today promised greater drama, and Solenne wasn’t about to get sidetracked by petty squabbles.

Half an hour later, the entire staff lined up at the entrance to greet the guests.

Wisteria stood at the front, and the moment the doors opened, she saw him.

Her eyes froze, color draining from her face. She bowed stiffly, struggling to compose herself.

Yancey clearly hadn’t expected to see Wisteria here either.

He had another woman on his arm—delicate, beautiful, exuding confidence and charm, her lips curved in a gentle smile as she gazed up at Yancey with obvious affection.

“Yancey, you’re here! Come on in, your suite’s all set up, and your friends have already arrived,”

Solenne’s voice rang out, smooth and unhurried, breaking the awkward silence. She stepped forward from the staff, all warmth and hospitality, leading Yancey and his companion inside.

Solenne’s designer pastel-pink skirt suit screamed old-money elegance—a sharp contrast to Wisteria’s plain uniform.

Yancey paused, glancing back at Wisteria, confusion flickering across his face.

How was it that a Huxley heiress like Wisteria was working in the store? In uniform, no less?

Wisteria didn’t look at him, keeping her head bowed low.

“Oh, you must be Solenne, the Huxley family’s eldest daughter?”

Before Yancey could process it, the woman beside him spoke up with a bright smile.

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