The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 85

Winona didn't need to turn around to know the woman behind her was Felicity.

She pressed her fingers to her brow, feeling like the universe was conspiring against her.

Today, nearly two thousand people had shown up to wish Old Mrs. Shepherd a happy birthday, along with hundreds of staff bustling through the grand event.

Felicity was the real hostess; she should've been way too busy with Julian and greeting the guests. How come she spotted Winona so fast?

"Winona!" Felicity's voice cracked through the air, sharp and dripping with disdain.

Heads turned throughout the hall, a wave of curious eyes landing on them.

Julian, not far away, paused mid-conversation and looked over as well. The moment he saw Winona, his face darkened, a harsh, merciless expression settling in.

He strode over to Felicity, icy and unrelenting. He barely spared Winona a glance before his voice cut through the tense air: "Leave. Now. Or deal with the consequences."

Winona ignored him, her gaze fixed on Mr. Shaw, who stood momentarily frozen.

If she could just convince Mr. Shaw to hear her out for five minutes, she'd leave immediately—she'd crawl out, if that's what it took.

"Mr. Shaw, I've stopped by your office several times, and you never agreed to meet me. Please, just take a look at what I've brought. I promise you'll be interested. You're a craftsman—you'll understand right away. Please, just give it a chance!"

Desperation and hope flickered in her eyes, sincere and earnest. Her voice trembled with conviction.

But her urgency, her unfashionable navy suit, crisp white shirt, and old-fashioned mid-heel shoes made her look more like a door-to-door skincare salesperson than a professional. In a room full of the city's elite, she stuck out like a sore thumb—awkward, out of place, even a little pathetic.

Mr. Shaw, the investor she was pleading with, gave an awkward, dismissive laugh. "Where did you come from, little saleswoman? Shouldn't you be hawking your wares at the flea market, not here? I'm in real estate, not construction. Are you trying to sell me some knockoff bargain-bin junk?"

His words sent a ripple of laughter through the crowd.

The laughter drew even more attention, the circle of onlookers growing.

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