Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

Outside the Sapphire Hotel, Leanna escorted Shelia inside.

"Come, have a seat," she said, finding a spot not far from where Juan was seated.

Debra, hearing Leanna's voice, spoke to Juan. "I'm going to the restroom. I'll be back soon."

"Okay," Juan replied, his eyes following her as she stood up and walked away.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Leanna leaned in, her voice reassuring as she spoke to Shella. "Today's gathering must have been overwhelming for you, right? You're just an intern. It's tough for you to join us for drinks."

Despite her comforting tone, she kept a keen eye on Shelia's expression.

Ever since Shelia entered the restaurant, her eyes had been scanning the hall, searching for Juan.

It didn't take long for her to spot him, seated amidst a group of business bosses in the center of the room. A glint appeared in Shelia's eyes.

These days, no matter what she did, she couldn't get through to Juan, Even Joe had stopped answering her calls. If Leanna hadn't mentioned the Sapphire Hotel often housed big shots, she wouldn't have thought of coming and trying her luck. "I'm going to the bathroom. You go ahead and check the menu," Leanna said, excusing herself.

"Okay," Shelia replied, eagerly waiting for Leanna to leave.

As soon as Leanna was gone, an executive at a nearby table noticed Shelia.

"Isn't that Miss Miles?" he asked, drawing everyone's gaze to her.

Shelia was dressed in the evening gown Juan had given her, looking mature and elegant. She had accompanied him to various events, so these bosses were familiar with her face.

Every time Juan brought her along, he would introduce her to some big shots. Shelia had even conversed with every one of them at the table.

One of the bosses remarked, "Mr. Nichols, you're quite lucky."

Everyone naturally assumed Shelia had been invited by Juan.

Juan furrowed his brows, his gaze turning cold. Shelia, seizing the opportunity, walked over and said, Didn't expect to meet everyone here. Let me toast to you."

She reached for a glass on the table, about to pour some wine, when Juan coldly interjected, "Put the glass down."

Shelia stiffened at his words, and all the playful laughter stopped.

She forced a smile and said, "Juan, it's just a drink."

"If you want to drink, buy your own," Juan said icily, not even looking at her.

Shelia bit her lip, her voice softening. "Are you still mad at me?"

She tugged on his sleeve, but his frown only deepened

No one knew what had transpired between them, so no one dared to interrupt. But it seemed clear that Shella, the kept woman from outside, had been dismissed by Juan.

A boss interjected, "Well, Mrs. Nichols is here today too. Miss Miles, it's not convenient for you to be here. How about we have a drink another day?"

The meaning behind his words couldn't be clearer. They wanted Shella to leave.

Without Juan's backing, she didn't deserve their respect.