The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 159

Winona's expression remained calm and composed as she looked at Felicity. "Miss Shepherd, in your eyes, what am I to Yves Prescott?"

Felicity let out a sharp, derisive snort, not even bothering to look Winona's way. Instead, she fixed her gaze on the empty lot ahead, her voice brimming with disdain. "It's not just in my eyes. Everyone in Greenwood City sees you the same way: just another plaything for Mr. Prescott. You can't blame anyone else—weren't you the one who publicly declared yourself his mistress? If that's the role you chose, why do you care what people think?"

Winona's tone was unhurried, almost gentle, as she replied, "So tell me, Miss Shepherd. Given who I am, and my supposed 'status' in Yves Prescott's life, do you really think I have the power to convince him, time and again, to compete with you for this lot?"

"You—" Felicity sputtered, momentarily at a loss for words, stymied by Winona's calm logic. She shot Winona a venomous glare. "All that proves is you're exceptionally skilled at seducing men!"

"Is that a compliment, Miss Shepherd?" Winona asked sweetly, shifting into a more comfortable position and gently resting her head on Yves Prescott's shoulder, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she looked at Felicity.

But inside, Winona felt nothing but sorrow.

This project was her life's work, and yet, the only way she could keep it—and protect her grandmother Mia and her brother Zane—was by offering herself to Yves Prescott. And the person who had forced her into this corner was none other than Felicity.

Yet Felicity still had the gall to stand here and mock her, though it was all because Julian was shielding her.

Winona's calm, resolute gaze flickered to Julian.

His expression was stormy as he turned to Felicity. "Enough. You've said quite enough."

Felicity fell silent, stunned. She'd known Julian for three years, and he'd never called her out for being talkative before. Today, of all days, he criticized her for it?

Before she could respond, Julian spun on his heel and strode away.

He was usually the picture of composure, but he couldn't stand the sight of Winona leaning against Yves Prescott, couldn't stand the thought of them together. Every time he saw it, a surge of rage threatened to overwhelm him. The only way to keep his temper in check was to leave.

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