Caught by Her Billionaire Ex-Lover

2 Meeting Again

Lydia had just arrived at the party when she heard an exaggerated voice.

"My dear Lydia, there you are." A sexy, red-skirted woman came to her side.

Lydia turned her head slightly, avoiding the strong perfume that came with the woman.

"Lydia, I never expected you to be here. Ever since Richard dumped you, I have been worried that you would be absent because no man would give you a high-fashion dress and jewelry. I was going to lend you the dress I wanted to get rid of, so you could come to the party. After all, it might be the only chance you have to see Vince."

Lydia rolled her eyes, Bernice had consistently enjoyed making fun of her, considering her as an imaginary enemy since she was a child.

Bernice liked to compete with her, from the decorations she wore to the boyfriends she dated, Bernice was always comparing herself to Lydia and made it a badge of honor to win over her.

Richard, a drug dealer, pursued Lydia for years, claiming her as his lover. Bernice feels jealous and spreads rumors about Lydia and Richard, portraying Lydia as a gold-digging woman looking for a sugar daddy.

Since Richard left the United States and Lydia's family's company was in crisis, Bernice was happier, as if she had married a prince, and never missed an opportunity to be mean to Lydia.

Lydia returned the same decent smile. "How could I be absent, dear? I've been worried about you these past few days. I heard that your father arranged a blind date for you with a rich Singaporean, but you were turned down by him. How did that happen? Oh, don't be sad, although rich men don't like you, you still have to keep hope alive. What if someone with very special tastes would like you?"

This kind of shady conversation game is something Lydia understands.

Sure enough, Bernice's face turned ugly, she gripped the glass in her hand, leaned forward, close to Lydia's ear, and whispered, "Watch what you say, you b.itch. Didn't you come here tonight to get a chance to suck Vince's c.ock? Don't pretend to be so high and mighty. You're just like your cousin Gwen, both good at pretending to be b.itches."

Hearing the words that denigrated Gwen, Lydia grabbed Bernice by the hair. "If you say one more bad word about Gwen, I'll rip off your wig right now. Let your ugly scalp be exposed for all, and they can see your hair loss. I don't care what I look like in the eyes of that so-called Vince, but I prefer to see you make a fool of yourself in front of him."

To everyone else, Lydia and Bernice were good sisters who leaned in close together and talked, and few knew what was going on between them.

"You!" Bernice was shaking with anger but didn't dare to speak.

How could Lydia, who had always seemed so cowardly, suddenly turn into a wildcat with fangs and claws!

"Apologize to Gwen, now!"

"I'm ...... sorry, Gwen."

Of course, Gwen, who was far away, could not hear the apology, but Lydia insisted that the person who had defamed her apologize.

"If there's a next time, I can't guarantee what I will do." Lydia pushed Bernice away as her high heels clicked on the floors.

Bernice, also furious, rushed to the dressing room to fix her makeup. Vince could show up at any moment, and she had to look perfect.

As things regained their composure, a suppressed, low chuckle came from the balcony.

"Vince, look, you haven't even shown up yet, and women are fighting over you. As expected of the most discussed bachelor in America, you're quite the charmer."

"Boring." Vince continued to look down at the messages on his phone, not bothering to look up at the two women.

Vince had seen countless of these women in the past few years. Born into a business family, and raised to be extravagant and arrogant. Simple-minded, all they dreamed of was marrying a rich man and continuing to be a regular at high society parties and VIPs in luxury stores.

This is really stupid.

One of the women sounded a bit like his girlfriend from college, so Vince became even more disgusted with them.

Cecil, however, was still not satisfied. "The woman in the black dress doesn't seem to be interested in you. I can't believe that our man of the hour has lost his charm. Why don't you go and seduce her?"

"Instead of spending time thinking about these boring things, you should think about how to meet your fiancée next week."

"Jesus! I beg you to stop saying that!" Cecil almost jumped up and down. "Why should we, as successful men, be forced to get married at a certain age? OK, fine. Even if we do, why could you get to choose your bride while I'm forced to marry a woman I hate? I'd rather have a waitress in my bar to sleep with and have kids."

Seeing someone in the same boat as himself, Vince gave a small smile. "You can marry your fiancée and get on with your playboy life. You should know that a contract marriage is sometimes a deal."

Cecil almost broke down. "Then please God give me a hot, sexy woman too, not a woman who grew up fat and ugly!"

Vince raised an eyebrow. "You've met your fiancée?"

"No, but I've gone to investigate her. They say she grew up a fat woman. How could I possibly marry a woman like her?"

Vince laughed and shook his head. Having the power to choose a bride didn't mean freedom either. As the heir of the family, his marriage was destined to be tied to power and money. He was merely choosing a meek one among many vain girls to be his wife. Vince did not believe in the sincerity of women, nor believe in love in contract marriages.

His mission is simple. Find a rich businessman's daughter, make love to her, give her a wedding ring and a black card, and then forget about his marriage and live as usual.

Just give up the desire for true love and all things become simple.

A wise man does not fall in love.

Vince has grasped the meaning of this phrase a long time ago, but Cecil is still acting like a big boy, seeking rebellion, freedom, and passion.

The party is going on, and everyone is beaming, looking noble, rich and well-bred, from dressing to talking to meet the standards of so-called high society.

But if you tear off this layer of disguise, disgusting things are not less than anyone imagined.

The more glamorous, the more nasty.

For example, Glenn Miller, the real estate developer who hosted the party, was accompanied by his new wife, Chloe Miller, who was exchanging pleasantries with the guests. And his ex-fiancée Aileen is approaching them, step by step.

The guests around them began to whisper.

"Hasn't Glenn's fiancée always been Aileen? Why is he suddenly married to Chloe?"

"I don't know. Glenn and Aileen had been engaged for three years but never married, so how could he suddenly marry Chloe? What happened in between?"

"Chloe is a very resourceful woman. She's an illegitimate daughter, but she used every means to get into Glenn's bed and get him to say yes to marriage. Aileen is just a spoiled daughter. How can she compete with Chloe?"

"Private children are a scary existence. They're like snakes living in the dark, full of poison and ready to bite."

"Oh, poor Aileen, but Aileen is not one to be bullied, she won't leave Chloe alone."

The more the guests discussed, the more excited they wanted to be waiting for a good show.

"Wow, look, who is coming? Aileen, welcome to my party." Chloe's smile was like a mask.

"B.itch!" Aileen could not suppress her anger when seeing Chloe. She rushed in front of Chloe, raised her hand, and slapped her face.

The guests around the room exclaimed.

"Aileen, what are you doing?" Glenn immediately took Chloe in his arms.

Chloe snuggled in Glenn's arms, her eyes were filled with tears, looking weak and pitiful.

"Aileen, I know you're angry with me. But there is no right or wrong in love. I love Glenn, and Glenn chose to marry me, that's all. If you're angry with me, I'll do anything to make you happy, but please don't ruin Glenn's party. This is our special welcome party for Vince."

Chloe's words were generous and considerate of her husband. In contrast, Aileen was more of a no-nonsense shrew.

The men thought Chloe was more suitable as a wife. But the women saw right through Chloe's ploy.

If Chloe really cared about her husband's party, why would she send an invitation to Aileen? Aileen, who has a short temper, will not be able to control her temper, and then Chloe will get a chance to play soft and get sympathy.

The women in the room all secretly rolled their eyes at Chloe.

Lydia is bored with these kinds of women's games, she wants to turn away and go to the garden alone to clean up.

"Watch out, Lydia!" came a sudden cry of alarm.

Lydia looked up and a large bottle of red wine was spilled on her dress.

"That's enough! What are you doing!" Glenn, who was the host of the party, was furious. "Get Lydia a dry towel quickly. Lydia, I'm sorry."

The eyes of the whole room went to Lydia.

Aileen had just thrown red wine from the waiter's hand at Chloe in anger. Chloe quietly hit her elbow, causing Aileen to tilt her body and spill a large bottle of red wine on Lydia by mistake.

Lydia did not want to get involved in this war. She smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm going to the lounge to change."

The twist quickly subsided and Chloe continued to entertain guests as if nothing had happened, while Aileen left the hall in tears.

Chloe smiled triumphantly.

However, on the balcony, where everyone had missed it, a pair of slender men's hands clenched in anger.

Vince narrowed his eyes. Although three years had passed, he could still recognize that figure at once.

That woman, others call her Lydia.

He was surprised to meet her again.

"Lydia, you didn't tell me that name in college. It doesn't matter, I will never let you go this time."