The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 219

Felicity froze, stunned. "What… what did you just say?"

A flush crept up her cheeks, draining away just as quickly, leaving her pale and visibly unsettled.

But it was only for a heartbeat. In the next moment, she composed herself, as if nothing had happened.

"Alright, Julian," she replied evenly.

The secretaries in the lobby couldn't help but notice that something was off.

Awkwardly, they averted their eyes, pretending not to watch Felicity, though their curiosity got the better of them and they kept sneaking glances at Winona instead.

They were dying to see what kind of woman could make Mr. Nicholson invite her right in front of Miss Shepherd.

Today, Winona looked striking—she wore a crisp white jacket, dark skinny jeans, and knee-high boots that accentuated her long, graceful legs.

It was obvious to everyone: Winona was even taller than Felicity.

Her features were more defined, too—sharper cheekbones, an elegant nose.

If Felicity was all dazzling confidence, with a natural air of pride and a take-no-prisoners energy, then the woman Mr. Nicholson had invited had something else in her eyes—a quiet melancholy, tempered by an unshakeable resolve.

Next to Winona's calm determination, Felicity's icy pride seemed almost brittle.

The secretaries were no fools.

They all understood what was happening.

Was Mr. Nicholson about to trade up again—for a woman even more extraordinary than Felicity?

Just as they were speculating, Mr. Nicholson's assistant, Gideon, strode over.

The moment he spotted Winona, his eyes lit up, and he gave her a respectful smile. "You're here! Please, come in."

He bowed slightly, gesturing for Winona to go ahead.

The secretaries were floored.

Felicity's discomfort deepened. It felt as if her face had been dragged across gravel—hot, humiliated, burning.

Gideon and Julian acted as if Felicity were invisible, their attention fixed solely on Winona.

Winona, meanwhile, stood outside Julian's office, making no move to enter. The look she gave Julian was distant, as if he were a stranger.

"Gideon, you're coming in with me," she said coldly. "Otherwise, I'm not going inside. We can have this conversation right here if you want."

Gideon hesitated. "…"

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