The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 200

"Just now, from all the way down the hall, I saw Winona walking in with Zachary. And I couldn't help thinking, what is that homewrecker doing here again? She only ever shows up to mess with our project and leave her perfume lingering everywhere! So I grabbed a few pebbles, lathered them up with soap in the restroom, and tossed them outside the office door. I was hoping she'd trip, fall on her ass, and have to slink home in shame. Who could've guessed that Mr. Nicholson would catch her in his arms?"

Felicity said nothing.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry—it was all my fault!" Clayton, seeing the look on Felicity's face, rushed to apologize.

Felicity shook her head. "It's not your fault, Mr. Foster. She's the one who keeps hanging onto Julian and won't let go… She just won't give up."

"That damn mistress! How can she be so shameless? This is so unfair to you!" Clayton slammed his fist on the sink.

"Everyone involved in this project can see it, plain as day. This is your work, Miss Shepherd. Yours and Mr. Nicholson's. What is that woman even after? She's just here to stir up trouble!"

Felicity sneered, shaking her head with disdain. "Let it go, Mr. Foster. There's no point stooping to the level of a woman whose only talent is seducing men. We just need to focus on our work and ignore her. If she wants to hang around the site, let her—this place demands real expertise. If she's not afraid to embarrass herself, let her stay."

"You're right."

Their conversation carried clearly to where Zachary and Winona stood a short distance away.

Winona, hearing every word, remained calm.

After all, she'd entered this whole mess as Yves Prescott's mistress; she'd never cared what others called her.

But Zachary, on the other hand, was burning with indignation and frustration.

"Nona! How much of this have you had to put up with?" he asked, eyes rimmed with red.

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