The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"My son has taken a liking to Ms. Carrie. He has been pestering me for a long time and has insisted that he will marry no one but her. Regardless of the cost, he wants to make her his wife." Mila sighed lightly. "Alas, my son's stubbornness is just like his father's. He is my only son, so I must help him obtain whatever he wants, no matter the cost. So, Mayor Solloway, be a good man for once, and please fulfill my son's wish to be with Ms. Carrie."

Mayor Solloway was dumbfounded. He was utterly stunned. This was not just stealing a bride; it was outright robbery!

"Are you joking with me? The news of the marriage alliance between our families has already spread throughout Savrow. Both families have been discussing the marriage, and Ms. Carrie is practically part of the Solloway family now! What do you mean by suddenly interfering like this?"

Mila lowered her eyes, using the tea cup lid to skim the floating tea leaves. She replied indifferently. "They are not engaged yet, nor have they held a wedding. Even if they had, they are not truly husband and wife without the marriage license. So, my son still has a chance. To be honest, Wyatt is also very satisfied with this match. If he were not out of town, he would have come to discuss this with you personally." "Absolutely not!" Mayor Solloway suppressed his anger, his face turning red. "If we break off the engagement now, not only will I offend Chairman Salvador, but my family will become the laughingstock of Savrow! Madam Mila, my son must marry Ms. Carrie. It's not our fault that your son realized this too late. They are simply not meant to be together!"

"The election is next spring, isn't it?" Mila's tone was light and casual.

Mayor Solloway shuddered violently.

"Your support rate has dropped another five percent compared to last year. At this rate, your old rival will surely surpass you.”

Mila gently placed the teacup down. "Let's make a deal. As long as your family breaks off the engagement, our company will fully support your election next year. If you don't agree, we will have no choice but to support your rival. Then, your chances of a secure victory will be uncertain."

The party continued. Carrie hid in a corner, her slender fingers nervously entwined.

"Carrie."

It was Jason's voice. Carrie's heart

ov

sank, and she clutched the hem of her dress. She lowered her gaze to avoid his, but Jason's hand extended into her view.

"May I have this dance?"

Looking at his hand, Carrie felt a wave of nausea wash over her, causing her to instinctively recoil. This clear rejection caused Jason's expression to turn dark.

Just then, another firm hand

reached out to her. A low, gentle et

voice whispered near her. That voice was inexplicably comforting to her. "Carrie, dance with me."

Carrie slowly lifted her head, meeting Ralph's starry eyes. The next moment, she seized his hand as if grasping a lifeline and stood up.

Ralph held her delicate hand tightly, like a piece of warm, flawless jade. His emotions surged within his heart as he tried hard to calm them down.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the two stepped onto the dance floor, looking like a perfectly matched couple.

Jason's expression could not be more pained, as if he were mourning the death of a loved one.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.