Chapter 46


    Ste felt Whitney’s reaction was incredibly swift. She chuckled and said, “Well, Monica’s been quite


    the matchmaker for me, unlike you She’s much more generous!”


    Whitney paused, her mind quickly piecing things together. A month ago, Monica had already begun


    courting Ste’s favor, helping her hook up with Gunner. Tiana’s future heartbreak would just be icing


    on the cake of


    Whitney’s misfortunes.


    “Did Monica invite you and Gunner here tonight?” Whitney suddenly asked.


    “Yep, but don’t you go thinking you can take me down, Whitney. I’m Monica’s new BFF. Gunner values


    my connection with her, so he wants to marry me. Tiana? She’s just dull and childish. Gunner doesn’t


    care for her one bit. Oh, but it seems like you’ll have to keep this secret until you watch your dear friend


    get dumped!” Ste strutted off, smug with triumph.


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    Whitney stood there, feeling like she was suffocating at the thought of Tiana.


    Sis, why the long face? Who did you see?” Monica approached with a teasing smile.


    Whitney looked up, realizing Monica had watched the drama unfold for a while.


    By setting up Gunner and Ste here, Monica intended Whitney to catch them in the act, pouring salt


    on her wounds.


    Whitney had only wanted to confront Ste, but Monica’s scheming against her friend was intolerable.


    Clutching her hands, Whitney scoffed and suddenly asked, “Didn’t you invite me to your victory bash?”


    “Of course, Sis! Let me show you thevish feast Simon has thrown in my honor!” Monica boasted,


    pulling Whitney into the dance floor.


    Stopping in front of a luxurious private suite, Monica pointed inside. “Sis, take a seat. I’ll go get Simon


    and the others.”


    Whitney eyed her, her lips curling into a knowing smile, and obediently entered the room.


    Roselyn approached as soon as Monica left, her ill–fitting gown begging for mercy. “Monica, can I


    borrow one of yourtest Chanel–inspired dresses? This one just isn’t working, and with all the


    hotshots here tonight, I want to dazzle.”


    Monica gave her a cold nce. “Dazzle more than me?”


    Roselyn’s face froze in embarrassment, quickly appeasing, “I didn’t mean it like that, Monica. I could


    never outshine you.”


    “Good, you know your ce. Now, keep your gold–digging antics under wraps. If you really want to


    snag someone, you’d do better not wearing anything at all,” Monica sneered.


    Roselyn’s face flushed with shame, but she dared not retort.


    Then she spotted Whitney inside the private suite, her embarrassment intensifying under Whitney’s


    indifferent


    gaze.


    Monica, before leaving, had a mischievous smile that Whitney did not miss.


    Sitting quietly, Whitney anticipated Monica’s next move.


    Monica pulled Roselyn aside with a devilish grin, instructing, “Get Troy to Whitney’s room. Now.”


    “Why, Monica?”


    “Just do it, Roselyn. Stop asking questions.”


    Roselyn nodded begrudgingly and fetched Troy.


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    Seeing Roselyn had left, Monica immediately turned around and went to look for Faith.


    Although she and Faith had a mutual hatred for each other, she needed Faith today.


    She nned to pull Faith into the room Whitney was in. The thought of seeing how Faith would make


    things difficult for Whitney once she saw what was happening in the room, Monica could not hold back


    herughter.


    She knew very well that Whitney’s doom was only a week away, yet she could not hold back from


    wanting to humiliate her as much as she could tonight.


    After all, she still resented Whitney for embarrassing her at the Royal One Clubst night. What


    infuriated her even more was that when she went home and cried about it to Simon, he not only did not


    immediately intend to settle scores with Whitney like he used to, but he even seemed concerned about


    Whitney.


    It was at that moment that Monica realized things had not gone astray.


    After the charity dinner, Simon seemed to have be interested in Whitney again!


    Monica would never allow that!


    Thus, she nned to skin Whitney alive tonight using the Perlman family.


    About ten minutester, Roselyn helped Troy into the private room, who lit up at the sight of Whitney’s


    stunning face.


    Jealousy red in Roselyn as she remembered supporting a disinterested Troy all the way here.


    Recalling Monica’s instructions, she pushed Whitney towards him and swiftly locked the door behind


    her.


    “What’s the rush?” Whitney caught the door, shing a grin at Roselyn. “You’re not too bright, are you?”


    “What did you say?” Roselyn red.


    Whitney’s smile pierced through her. “Did Monica want us locked in here? If I were you, I’d take


    advantage of Troy’s drunken state. Monica’s using you like a pawn, but bing Troy’sdy? That


    would put Monica in her ce.”


    She nced at Troy. He was just as handsome as Simon, a yboy, and a sure thing.


    Troy was the legitimate son of the Perlman family, and his wealth was immeasurable.


    Whitney was right. This was her moment to rise above Monica and escape her life of poverty. From


    today onwards, those socialites would never dare to bully her again, let aloneugh at her borrowed


    dress!


    Roselyn’s eyes flickered with greed.


    Reading her thoughts, Whitney subtly snatched the key and suggested, “This opportunity won’te


    again. Make it quick. I’ll keep watch.”


    She locked the door behind her, leaving Roselyn with her prize.


    Whitney surveyed the bar and dance floor outside, eerily quiet like the calm before a storm.


    She knew the kind of storm Monica could unleash.


    Monica really did not hold back in trying to set her up.


    So, why not add fuel to the fire?


    With a sly smile, Whitney ordered a drink from the bartender under Gunner’s name to be delivered to


    Ste.


    Minutester, Ste sauntered to the private suite, cooing, “Oh, Gunner darling, you really have


    endless energy…


    She slipped inside, with Whitney quietly locking the door behind her.


    She sat at the booth leading to the private suites, her delicate faceposed and cool as she sipped


    on ice water leisurely.


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    A raucous noise erupted from nearby, with Monica attempting to soothe and Faith, her face twisted in


    anger, looking imperious under the flickering lights.


    Faith was notorious for her fiery temper, and her overprotective nature towards her little brother was


    legendary. Any woman who dared flirt with him had learned the hard way about Faith’s vengeful wrath.


    Troy, the unreliable charmer he was, only made her more vignt!


    Monica tried to calm her down with a timid voice, “Faith, just chill for a moment. Maybe my sister just


    needed to discuss something with Troy. You know she giarized my work and is about to be


    disqualified from the contest. She’s desperate, and since Simon won’t give her the time of day, she’s


    turned her sights on Troy…”


    Bang!


    Faith’s fuse was lit even brighter. “The Valentine family only produces such lowlifes! Wait till I y her


    right here!”


    Monica’s lips curled into a sly smile as they briskly passed the booth area.


    But that smile had not fully formed when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Whitney seated


    nonchntly at the booth, sipping her water. Monica’s face stiffenedically, her eyes bulging like


    something from a fantasy novel.