Chapter 332

Sophia Laurent couldn't fathom why Ethan Winston and Gabrielle Winston were so convinced she had no choice but to marry into their family.

If not for that accident three years ago when Ethan saved her life, their paths would never have crossed.

She had given their three-year relationship her all.

Was it too much to ask for a dignified breakup?

Isabella Evans feigned concern beside her. "Sophia, Gabrielle is still young and impulsive. Don't take it to heart."

"Young?" Sophia's lips curled in derision.

"Sorry, but I'm not her guardian. I have no obligation to indulge her tantrums."

A few muffled chuckles rippled through the crowd.

Gabrielle flushed crimson, shooting Sophia a venomous glare. "You'll regret this!"

She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Sophia turned her attention to Isabella.

Gabrielle might be foolish, but this hostility undoubtedly stemmed from the woman before her.

Isabella met her gaze with a挑衅的smirk.

"Such harsh words, Sophia. Aren't you afraid of upsetting Ethan?"

Sophia冷笑. "Not everyone shares your taste for discarded trash."

She strode toward the VIP section.

The Valdemar Group's seats dominated the prime位置at tonight's charity auction.

Isabella watched her retreating figure, eyes darkening.

Her phone vibrated.

A message from Gabrielle: Make sure you win that ruby necklace for me!

Isabella typed a curt reply: I know.

Meanwhile, Gabrielle was already dialing Ethan.

"Brother, were you blind when you fell for that Sophia Laurent?"

Ethan's voice turned cold. "Watch your tone. She's going to be your sister-in-law."

"Over my dead body! Mother would never accept her!"

"I've already说服her." His tone brooked no argument.

Alexander Valdemar's near-fatal car crash had rendered that marriage void.

Besides, Sophia was no longer the same woman—founder of Pearl Group, acclaimed musician, the Lowells'千金.

These credentials had finally swayed Mrs. Winston.

Gabrielle gasped. "Mother agreed?"

"Yes." Ethan exhaled. "Stay out of her way from now on."

"Never!" Gabrielle shrieked. "What about Isabella? You loved her first!"

"That's ancient history." His voice hardened. "My heart belongs to Sophia now."

"I won't allow it!"

Isabella had always doted on her—indulging her whims, securing her that coveted internship at Versini Couture.

The crème de la crème of fashion houses.

To Gabrielle, Sophia wasn't fit to lick Isabella's boots.