Chapter 15
“Wilson Farrell, you’re despicable!”
Daphne restrained the urge to lash out at him physically. She knew all too well that he wasn’t one. to hold back if provoked. She couldn’t push him any further because she still lacked the power to
protect her family.
At least she had gotten the recording she needed. Once edited to fit her narrative, it would be more
than enough to clear her name. Soon, these two vile people would face the backlash of public
opinion.
Daphne had no desire to waste more time sparring with Wilson. She turned on her heel to leave
with a cold scoff.
Just as she opened the door, a hand blocked her path.
“Will, since you don’t want her anymore, you wouldn’t mind if I played with her, right? Ezra
drawled lazily while licking his lips. His lecherous gaze swept over Daphne from head to toe as if
stripping her with his eyes.
Wilson’s hand, which had been wiping Yvonne’s face, paused in mid–air. He replied indifferently without looking up, “Do as you please.”
Daphne’s heart sank.
To be fair, Ezra wasn’t unattractive. His penchant for trendy, edgy outfits made him look younger
and more fashionable than his peers. He was the type many young ladies would find appealing But his notoriously messy personal life made Daphne sick to her core.
“Get out of my way,” she said, pushing at Ezra’s arm, but he didn’t budge.
“Well, well. Looks like our former sister–in–law has some fire in her,” Ezra said with a mocking
smile. His bright pink hair was obnoxiously eye–catching.
“Since Will doesn’t want you anymore, why don’t you come with me? I can invest in a film and
make you the lead actress.”
Daphne felt bile rise in her throat. Then, the others around them began to jeer.
“Yeah, Mr. Gray knows how to treat women right. They all say he’s amazing in bed. Daphne, you
should give it a try! Hahaha…”
“Daphne, Will’s done with you, and your reputationis ruined. It won’t be easy to find someone who’ll take you now. But with Mr. Gray, at least youll get some resources out of it, What a deal!
Hahaha..
The laughter grew louder, overlapping in a cacophony of mockery
Daphne felt a surge of tage rise from the pit of her stomach, shooting straight to the top of her head. Unable to hold back any longer, she spun around and shouted at Wilson, “Wilson Farrell,
control your dog!”
“Who are you calling a dog, you ungrateful bitch!” Ezra snapped.
His face twisted in anger, and he raised his hand to slap her. “You shameless tramp! Will doesn’t want you anymore, and you came chasing after him all the way here. Yet you’re still acting all high and mighty. You should be grateful I’m even looking at you. Don’t you dare disrespect me!”
As Ezra’s hand came down, Daphne moved first. Her palm struck his face with a sharp smack.
The sound echoed through the room, and everyone froze. They were stunned that Daphne had.
dared to hit him first.
“You slut! How dare you hit me?” Ezra was stunned by Daphne’s slap. He erupted in rage and
lunged at her, intent on teaching her a lesson.
“Get that nonsense out of your mouth! Of all the vile people here, none can match your level of filth!” Daphne retorted, spitting directly onto Ezra’s face.
The crowd was shocked by the escalating scene, and they quickly tried to hold Ezra back. Fearful of what he might do in his fury, they urged him, “Mr. Gray, she’s not worth it. Let someone else.
deal with her. No need to dirty your hands.”
Seeing how enraged Ezra was as he struggled against their grip, Daphne sneered in contempt, Ezra, isn’t your family chasing after that big government project? What do you think will happen if word gets out that you’ve impregnated a few internet celebrities and actresses? Think that deal will still go through?”
“You wretched woman! I’ll kill you!” Ezra roared, desperate to break free and attack her.
As Ezra shoved the others aside and charged forward, Wilson shifted slightly. He was about to say
something when a drawling, sleepy voice came from the hallway.
*put your
“Put your hands down–now.”
Daphne had been bracing herself for Ezra’s assault when the familiar voice made her pause.
Sebastian appeared at the door of a nearby private room, his disheveled hair looking like a bird’s
nest. His strikingly beautiful face carried an irritated expression. He was clearly unhappy about
having his sleep interrupted.
Yawning repeatedly, he stepped out wearing puppy print pajamas that clashed absurdly with the
club’s lavish decor.
He scratched his ear lazily, looking around with thinly veiled annoyance. “Why are you people
making all this noise in a public space? Don’t you have any sense of decency?”
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Daphne was surprised: She knew the club had rest areas, but she hadn’t expected Sebastian to choose a club over his multimillion–dollar mansion No wonder he sounded groggy when she
called him earlier.
“Sebastian!” she called out, her voice tinged with relief and delight.
Sebastian waved her over. “Come here.”
Ezra’s face twitched.
Though wary of Sebastian’s status, Ezra glanced at Wilson for reassurance and mustered the
courage to snap back, “Sebastian, this is none of your business. Stay out of it!”
Sebastian smirked while shuffling forward a few steps in his slippers. “And what if I insist on
getting involved?”
Ezra raised his voice, emboldened. “What’s Daphne to you? Is she worth offending the Gray family
over?”
Wilson slowly emerged from inside the private room. His dark eyes clouded over as he glanced.
between them.
“Mr. Turner, is meddling in other people’s private affairs a new hobby of yours?” Wilson asked.
“Private affairs? Is there anything private about this?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow and glanced at Daphne
His dark eyes sparkled mischievously as he added, If I’m not mistaken, you two are already divorced, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely right!” Daphne quickly stepped behind Sebastian, using him as a shield
“We’re just waiting for the cooling–off period to end and to finalize the paperwork.
Ezra was humiliated and seething. “Daphne, don’t think Sebastian’s protection means I won’t touch you. Just you wait! If I get the chance, I’ll make you pay!”
Daphne ignored Ezra’s impotent rage, but as she was about to speak, her eyes met Wilson’s icy, detached gaze.
Wilson stared at her, and his expression seemed frozen in cold disdain. “It seems Yvonne wasn’t lying about you.
H
Yvonne, having just composed herself and walked out, caught his words. A victorious smile
spread across her lips.
“Exactly will you don’t owe her anything, and there’s no need to compensate her. In my opinion,
she should leave with nothing.”
“You’re right,” Wilson replied nonchalantly, draping his arm over Yvonne’s shoulders.
Daphne’s expression darkened. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you planning to backtrack on the property division?”
Before she could press him further, Wilson made it clear he had no intention of continuing the
conversation. “Let’s go back inside and keep playing.”
“Wilson Farrell! Stop right there! If you dare go back on the deal, then get ready for your little
mistress to keep being known as just that–a mistress!”
Sebastian gently tugged her arm, pulling her back. Don’t go after him. There are too many of
them in there, and you’ll only end up at a disadvantage.”
Daphne took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Sebastian was right. After her
altercation with Ezra, heading back in would only end badly for her.
That damned Wilson Farrell! He dared to mess with her assets and still wanted to divorce her and
elevate his mistress? He should be ready for the fallout!
“Thank you for what you did earlier,” Daphne said, snapping out of her thoughts and turning to
Sebastian
Her hair was disheveled from Ezra pulling at it, leaving her looking a bit worse for wear.
Sebastian reached out his slender fingers and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
What’s there to thank me for, my future wife?”
