A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 192

It was almost the longest sentence he'd spoken to her in three years.

Yet every word was cold and formal—Winona, Winona, as if she were nothing but a stranger.

There was not a trace of comfort in his voice.

Jocelyn could barely breathe. She'd always known she meant nothing to him, but did he have to be so merciless?

Clearly, trying to appeal to his emotions was pointless now.

She had to try a different approach.

Drawing a slow, steady breath, Jocelyn straightened her shoulders and managed a bright smile. "Actually, there's a business deal on the table right now, and I've been looking for a partner. I was wondering, Mr. Rogers, would you be interested in discussing it with me?"

"No," Elvis replied, without a hint of hesitation.

Jocelyn pressed on. "I know our families have been rivals for years. We've never worked together. But my father is my father—I am my own person. We're both businesspeople. If there's profit to be made, why not take it?"

"I'm not interested."

Elvis's tone was like steel—unyielding, final. It was as if even one more word would be a waste of breath.

He didn't spare Jocelyn so much as a glance. His eyes stayed fixed on the closed lounge door, their focus as sharp and unforgiving as a needle piercing straight through Jocelyn's heart.

Her composure was unraveling, thread by thread.

"So it seems Mr. Rogers really can't stand me," she said with a bitter laugh.

Elvis didn't bother to answer this time. Whether he was too indifferent to explain or simply agreed, Jocelyn couldn't tell.

And yet, when she thought of how gentle he was with Winona…

Three years of patience, hope, and self-delusion crumbled in a single, crushing instant.

Suddenly, it all seemed laughable—her endless performances, her desperate attempts to impress him, all for nothing. Not even a real look from him.

She was the heiress of the Quincy family—why was she debasing herself in front of Elvis Rogers?

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