Chapter 62

“Wilson, are you still dreaming? Divorce was the best thing that ever happened to me. Do I look insecure to you? Which part of me lacks confidence?”

She fought over the private room purely because Yvonne had requested it.

Wilson chuckled lightly. “The fact that you refuse to let Zoey help Yvonne borrow a haute couture piece is proof enough. You’re afraid of her youth and that she’ll outshine you at the event. You even deliberately had Zoey use petty revenge tactics to target her. Let me give you some advice: drop those nasty little schemes.”

Daphne was so furious her chest hurt. How dare he use words like “nasty” and “petty revenge” to describe her? When had Wilson become so blind?

“Wilson, that’s ridiculous! I’ve never even considered Yvonne worth my attention! Do you think a top-tier celebrity like me would feel threatened by some D-list newcomer? Only a blind fool like you would treat a pile of trash like a treasure!”

“You’re right, I was blind. Blind to the ten years I wasted with you. I never imagined you could be so petty. You’re not even worth a strand of Yvonne’s hair. Divorcing you was definitely the right choice.”

Then, Wilson took another step forward, his oppressive presence even more intense. He closed in on Daphne, his towering frame forcing her against the wall. Looking down at her, he ordered, “I want you to tell Zoey right now to stop her childish games. Don’t blame me for being ruthless if you don’t. You know very well that one phone call from me could dismantle her styling studio.”

Daphne had witnessed countless ways Wilson protected Yvonne, and each time she thought he had hit rock bottom, he somehow managed to dig deeper. His attitude toward her lacked even the most basic trust.

“Listen, Wilson. I’m not as stupid or as malicious as you think. Besides, I wouldn’t stoop to such lowly tactics to deal with a worthless D-lister. The reason I came here today was to help your ‘little slut’ borrow a haute couture piece. Could you, for once, use your brain to think?”

However, Wilson remained unconvinced by her explanation. His eyes narrowed as his strong hand suddenly gripped her throat. “Daphne, Yvonne wouldn’t lie to me. She told me that she meant to give the private room to you, but you insisted on humiliating her! Now, you’re claiming to have been kind enough to borrow a haute couture piece for her? Stop lying!”

The pressure around her neck left Daphne struggling to breathe, but the fury in her eyes refused to yield. “You idiot! Why don’t you check the surveillance footage and see how your ‘little slut’ and her gang of lackeys mocked me? Do you really think she’s some gentle, elegant woman? Do you really think she’d give up her exclusive private room for me?”

“Daphne, watch your mouth! Her name is Yvonne, so stop calling her names like that. I’ve put up with you long enough!” Wilson’s anger spiked at Daphne’s crude language. Daphne felt like she was about to lose her mind. Whatever spell Yvonne had cast, it had turned this sharp, decisive businessman into a blind, brainless fool.

She had no desire to continue this pointless argument. Her aversion to stupidity would get the better of her if she stayed any longer.

“I’ve already borrowed the haute couture piece for her. Her status wasn’t high enough for it, but I got it anyway. Besides, I never told Zoey to target her. Believe me or not, I don’t care. I don’t have time to waste with you.” With that, Daphne stomped on Wilson’s foot hard before turning and bolting toward her car while he was in pain. However, Wilson caught up in just two steps with his long legs. Unable to hold back his strength, he grabbed her and swung her against the wall.

“Are you in such a hurry to meet your lover, Sebastian? Don’t forget that the divorce cooling-off period isn’t over yet, and the property division isn’t finalized. I can still change my mind anytime!”

“Wilson, what kind of person do you think I am? Ten years with you, and you let Yvonne make you think so little of me. Do you really not know anything about my character?” The haute couture piece has already been borrowed, and it’ll be ready for her by tomorrow morning. Why don’t you spend your own money to buy her one if you don’t believe me?”