Chapter 45
Chapter 45
JUNE
Once upon a time, I was an unknown individual without a ss or a single penny to my name. Now, my
life has taken avish turn-adorned in exquisite designer attire, and I have the privilege of being
associated with Ravel Southwark. There’s no turning back for me. The memory of the forgotten woman
I once was shall never resurface. I am resolute in this transformation.
Ravel has distanced himself from me ever since Hazel finalised their divorce papers. Strangely, his
emotional detachment doesn’t faze me. As long as he continues to provide financial support, shower
me with luxurious clothing, bags, and shoes, and ensures my indulgent getaways, I remain content.
Maintaining my prominence on social media is an added bonus that I hold dear.
Despite my apparent indifference towards his actions, there’s one aspect I simply won’t endure – the
role of being the other woman. I’ve noticed his interactions with his ex-wife, their intimate dinner dates,
and his refusal to part with her photographs in the mansion.
I am resolute in preventing any reconciliation between them. I am determined to ensure that he never
returns to her. If he wishes to maintain a connection with her, he must formalize hismitment to me
through marriage, making her his mistress. This is the sole condition under which I will tolerate their
continued association.
ncing at the time, I directed my attention to Matthew, the security personnel assigned to me in
response to the threats from Hazel’s online followers after Ravel’s press conference. “Has Mrs. Anne
arrived and checked in?”
“Yes ma’am.” He responded robotically.
I was confident that Ravel would be puzzled about how Anne managed to discover the true hotel he
was staying at, considering he had misled the inte into believing he was at the Open-crest hotel.
“I’m nning to have a brief conversation with her,” I dered, rising from my seat, causing him to
adopt an upright stance. “No need to apany me, Matthew. Just remain where you are.”
“Of course, ma’am,” he acknowledged, stepping back to grant me passage.
With the echoing click of my Louboutin heels against the marble floor, I entered the elevator and
ascended to Anne’s floor. Upon stepping out of the elevator, the anticipated scene unfolded before me.
The corridor was brimming with security personnel who promptly prevented my ess to her room.
With my arms crossed, I directed a piercing gaze at the man who appeared to be their leader. “Kindly
inform Mrs. Anne that June Silver is present, bearing an enticing proposition.” My words held a veiled
promise of a valuable opportunity.
He scrutinized me briefly, seemingly unsure whether to take me seriously. However, my unyielding
demeanor and determination dissuaded him from underestimating me. After speaking into his
microphone, a few momentster, I was escorted into Mrs. Anne’s opulent suite.
Why didn’t Ravel provide me with something asvish as this?
“What do you want June?” Anne inquired as she emerged from the kitchen, wine ss in hand. Even
dressed in a simple ck dress, she exuded a captivating air of elegance. “Louboutin?” She let out a
mocking chuckle. “Is this your attempt at impressing me?”
“I don’t dress to impress anyone,” I replied matter-of-factly, a hint of amusement in my tone. “Except
perhaps your son.” Taking a seat on the sofa, I didn’t bother waiting for her invitation, casually crossing
my legs.
“I’vee to personally ept your gratitude,” I stated with a hint of sarcasm, my smile strained but
evident.
“Gratitude in person?” She raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “Are you under the influence or
something?”
Unfazed by the insult, I maintained my smile, though it was now visibly forced. “I assure you, I’m quite
lucid. Thank you for
your concern.”
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As she settled into the seat adjacent to mine, she fixed me with a scrutinizing gaze. “If you’re not going
to disclose your purpose for being here, I’ll have you escorted out of this suite.”
Inappreciative bit ch. “Can you guess who was behind sending you Ravel’s hotel address?” I inquired,
my smile carrying a hint of smugness. “Your team’s efforts to locate him weren’t proving to be
sessful, so I thought I’d extend a helping hand.”
“And you expect me to be grateful for that?” She scoffed. Her icy gaze traveled down to my shoes.
“Wearing heels bought with my
son’s money is appreciation enough, wouldn’t you say?”
“I’m not here to engage in verbal sparring with you, Anne,” I retorted dispassionately. “I’m here because
something interesting is happening that you might not like.”
Though curiosity danced in her eyes, she made an effort to downy it. “There’s nothing you could find
interesting that would equally captivate my attention.”
This woman might believe I’m like Hazel, who just endured all her nonsense quietly. I’m unafraid of
scandals, so if she annoys me once again, I’ll create one for her. “Ravel is wining and dining Hazel and
showering her with gifts.”
Her eyebrows knitted in confusion. “What?”
I thought so bit ch. “It appears he’s interested in reconciling with her.” And I won’t stand for it.
She stared at me for a moment before letting out a softugh. “You must think I’m foolish, don’t you?”
Perhaps a little. “So you’re concerned Ravel might kick you to the curb, and you want my assistance to
prevent that from happening.”
“More like I met up with someone with mutual interest.” I responded, unfazed by her condescending
response. “I’m certain you wouldn’t want your son to reconcile with her either.”
“And you assume I want my son to be with you?” She shot back.
“I’m well aware you don’t,” I stated, my indifference evident. “You can dismiss me after we’re finished
removing Hazel from Ravel’s life.”
“Do you genuinely believe you’re making sense?”
“I am confident I’m making sense,” I said, uncrossing my legs and leaning forward. “Instead of facing
two women alone, I’m offering to assist you in dealing with Hazel, leaving you with only one adversary.”
Her gaze turned contemtive. “Alright.” I smiled triumphantly, pleased with her concession. “I’m only
epting this arrangement because it’s simpler to remove you from Ravel’s lifepared to dealingN?velDrama.Org owns this.
with Hazel.”
I furrowed my brows at the slight. “What exactly do you mean by that?”
“Besides the fact that Hazel is financially independent now and not a destitute parasite like you, my son
appears to genuinely care for her, something I can’t say about you. Youck both the financial means
and my son’s affection.”
F uck you bit ch! Soon enough, I’m going to have both.