Chapter 132

As for Gideon's family, Fleur couldn’t care less about Yvette. Even if they were allowed to marry, she wouldn’t treat Yvette well.

Calliope remembered all those times Yvette had taunted her. Yvette was quite a two-faced charmer, thinking marrying into the Jewell family would grant her a life of luxury, but she was in for a rude awakening. Being part of high society wasn’t as glamorous as it seemed. Being a daughter-in-law in a wealthy family? Even tougher.

Calliope had met Fleur and knew what kind of person she was. Fleur’s disapproval of Yvette meant she wouldn’t make life easy for her. Marriage wasn’t a guarantee of bliss. It was more like the beginning of a series of challenges for her.

“Exactly. If Gideon’s mom isn’t pleased with you, how could she be with Yvette? At least you have the looks and the status of a socialite. No matter how the Jewell family treats you, you always have that to lean on. As for Yvette, she’s only a girl from the sticks, with nothing but a community college degree and a group of relatives who are rough around the edges. Her lack of sophistication is glaringly obvious. It’s no wonder Fleur can’t stand her. I bet Fleur will surely make Yvette’s life difficult, and Yvette will run crying to Gideon. Then he will get caught in the middle, like a referee in a never-ending match. He’s in for a rough ride!”

Portia rested her chin in her hand, laughing as she said, “Honestly, I can’t wait for them to tie the knot and start their chaotic married life.”

Calliope smirked. She was looking forward to it, too, but she was more interested in tonight’s drama at home. She wasn’t particularly concerned about whether they got married or not, but she did enjoy being a spectator to the chaos.

Fleur frequently gave her a hard time in the past, and Yvette constantly provoked her. Now, with Silas as a powerful ally, she could simply sit back and enjoy the spectacle.

“Though, those rumors going around are irritating.” Portia popped a cherry tomato into her mouth, leaning on the table with a pout. “It’s Gideon who cheated, yet they have the nerve to call you shameless. People just spout nonsense without knowing anything. Aren’t they afraid their mouths will rot? I almost got into a fight over it yesterday. It’s a shame Mavis isn’t here. With her around, I wouldn’t worry about them!”

Calliope chuckled, shaking her head. “Let them talk. I couldn’t care less.”

Having faced death, she had gained a new perspective. She didn’t concern herself with people who didn’t care about her. Those she didn’t care about could say whatever they wanted. It didn’t matter to her. Living well was the best revenge.

Besides, she was plotting her revenge. Lisette had wronged her in her past life, teaming up with Yvette countless times to bring her down. She intended to settle that score.

“I’m glad you’re taking it in stride!” Portia grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Callie, you seem more confident and radiant these days. Things with Silas must be going well, huh?”

“Very well indeed.”

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from the doorway, and Calliope and Portia both turned their heads to look.

Silas stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe, his black shirt and tailored pants accentuating his tall, lean frame.

“Holy shit-” Portia muttered under her breath, “He’s ridiculously handsome!”

“What was that?” Silas asked with a teasing eyebrow raise.