The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 91

A sickening disgust churned in Julian's gut—worse than if he'd swallowed a mouthful of flies.

But in this kind of situation, there was nothing he could say.

"Of course...not!" The words scraped out of his throat, each syllable feeling like a knife carving its way up.

Yves Prescott arched an eyebrow and flashed a quick smile at Julian and Felicity. "Go on with your celebration. Would you mind giving us ten minutes? My date and her family would like to change their clothes."

Julian and Felicity both nodded stiffly, their voices blending in a synchronized, "Sure."

With one arm around Winona, Yves turned and led her away.

Trailing behind them were Helga, Mia, and Zane—who, though still foggy about the details, could sense that for now, Winona and her family were safe.

"What on earth just happened?" Old Mrs. Shepherd stared after the group who'd just caused such a scene. She was especially furious that the old hag—her nemesis—had been allowed to leave so easily. And was she even coming back later?

The thought nearly made Old Mrs. Shepherd faint from rage.

Frank, who'd rushed back from abroad, had no clue about the tangled mess here. He was only following his late wife's wishes: look after Felicity.

He turned to Felicity with concern. "Felicity, who were those people just now? Friends or enemies? I swear I saw that woman at The Nicholson Group last time I was in town."

Felicity's mind was a storm of emotions, but she forced herself to give a polite answer. "It's nothing, Mr. Frank. Just a tiny hiccup. With so many guests, it's inevitable that there'll be a few who don't quite get along. But we all have to be tolerant, don't we?"

"You're a good girl, Felicity." Frank paused, then added anxiously, "That older lady in the bright, clashing colors—she claimed she was the host of this whole event?"

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