Chapter 342
Chapter 342: Let’s Talk About It When She Bes My Sister–in–Law!
Sister–inw…?
Sean Vanderbilt’s face momentarily shifted through an array of expressions, a mix of astonishment an
a hint of defeat. After all, the possibility of Julia Sanders bing his sister–inw wasn’t
far–fetched.
Sean cleared his throat and lifted his eyebrow confidently, “Let’s talk about it when she bes my
sister–inw!”
ire Donovan covered her mouth, chuckling. Was Sean imagining Julia’s transformation from her
current helpless demeanor to a formidable presence?
As they shared this light moment, two figures approached from the end of the corridor. With less thar
five minutes to the start of the runway show, their arrival caught everyone’s attention.
As the crowd looked on, they saw a man in his fifties, dressed in a sharp suit, exuding authority
that instinctively made the younger generation lower their heads. Apanying him was a younger
man
with an air of defiance that marked him as no pushover.
Mia Ashworth’s sudden exmation, “Joseph!” drew ire’s attention from Joseph Felix and Feng
Lang ire turned slightly, catching a glimpse of the tears glistening in Mia’s eyes.
A cold smile crept onto ire’s lips. She had seen Pa Summers‘ infatuated look at Joseph Felix, but
Mia’s reaction was on a whole different level. It was as if an old me, long cherished, was finally
reignited. Such depth of emotion, still so intense after over two decades.
Mia’s gaze stayed fixed on Joseph Felix, oblivious to her surroundings. As he approached, she couldn’t
contain her excitement and abruptly stood up, ready to greet him.
ire watched with interest, a smile ying on her lips. Sean Vanderbilt, sitting beside her, struggled
to contain his reaction.
However, as Mia stood up, filled with anticipation for a dramatic reunion, Joseph Felix passed by
without even a nce, his proximity not even allowing her to brush against his coat.
ire heard the metaphorical shattering of a heart and couldn’t help butugh gleefully, turning to
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ire heard the metaphorical shattering of a heart and couldn’t help butugh gleefully, turning to
share the amusement with Sean. But then, the man who had just walked past Mia stopped right befor
her.
A gentle voice floated down from above, “ire.”
ire, who was turning, suddenly froze, lifting her head in mild surprise. Theirst meeting hadn’t
been pleasant, so why this sudden, tender call?
As ire looked up, Joseph Felix’s smile grew more tender, “After the jewelry exhibition ends, shall
we talk again?”
Talk again?
ire’s elegant brows furrowed deeply. Was her rejectionst time not clear enough, or was she not
firm enough in her stance?
Doesn’t Joseph Felix realize there’s nothing left to discuss between him and ire Donovan?
Sasha Felix, seated nearby, was fuming with rage, her teeth nearly grinding together. She had no idea
Joseph was attending and wondered about the two empty seats beside her. Now, it was clear they we
reserved for Joseph. What she found most unbearable was Joseph’s disregard for her, addressing
ire
Donovan first,pletely sidelining his daughter, the head of the Felix family.
Sasha abruptly stood up and strode towards Joseph, her fury barely concealed. Approaching him, she
didn’t even nce at ire but insteadtched onto Joseph’s arm, pouting, “Dad, why are you so
Others might have thought she was yfully chiding her father for his tardiness, but Sean Vanderbilt
saw through her act. It was a deliberate disy for ire – Sasha unting her affectionate
rtionship with Joseph.
Sean’s eyes darkened, and he turned to ire, who visibly recoiled at the sight of their intimacy.
ire scoffed dismissively, her disdain evident as she looked away, “Sorry, but I don’t have time
for this. Miss Felix.”
Joseph frowned, sensing ire’s aversion, his hand tightening subtly at his side.
Undeterred by Joseph’s apparent anger, Sasha cooed, “Dad, the show is about to start. Let’s take our
seats, shall we?”
Ignoring Sasha, Joseph kept his gaze fixed on ire, who turned her head away, her expression
resolute. She had made her rejection clear.
Joseph sighed quietly and gently shrugged off Sasha’s arm, walking to his seat with an air of
indifference.
Sasha’s eyes shed with hatred, quickly masked as she turned to ire with a sneering smile,
“Enjoy the show, ire Donovan. With my dad here, you won’t get far.”
With that, she strutted off, feigning triumph, but only she knew the depth of her pain.
The whole episode, seemingly minor, deeply wounded Mia Ashworth. Even as Joseph took his seat, st
remained standing, her gaze filled with sorrow as she looked towards him. It wasn’t until the
audience’s view was obstructed and someone tapped her seat that she reluctantly sat down.
The host, full of energy, took the stage, but ire sat silently, her mood affected despite having
mentally closed the door on Joseph.
Sean shook his head and leaned towards ire, whispering, “Don’t let this spoil your mood. ire.”