“Oh, you’re still here,” Veronica mocked. “I am Veronica Jones, Damian Blackwood’s fiancée.”
“Haha,” Jack laughed out loud, his amusement ringing through the air and attracting the attention of nearby guests. “You’re what?”
Veronica’s eyes turned sour as her smile faltered. She didn’t like how Jack was reacting to what she had just said, but she kept her head held high. She had promised Mrs. Blackwood that she would help destroy their marriage without making a single mistake.
“I’m sure you’re not deaf, Jack,” she said, folding her arms. Her posture was regal, her confidence unshakeable, as she stood tall like a goddess. “I just said I am Damian’s fiancée. Only I am fit to be beside him. Only I am worthy of being Mrs. Blackwood,” she added, glancing at Elara. Elara’s face remained calm,
