Chapter 350

The dinner between Felix Valdemar and Sophia Sherwood was tense as a drawn bowstring.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent private dining room, Vivian Laurent and Isabella Langley were enjoying their meal in perfect harmony.

Isabella picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork rib, her eyes crinkling into crescents. "Look at Felix fawning over her like a lapdog."

Vivian sipped her juice. "You know him so well. Maybe you two should just get together."

"Ugh!" Isabella nearly choked. "I'd rather stay single forever! Even if every other man on earth dropped dead, I wouldn't touch him with a ten-foot pole!"

Vivian arched an eyebrow. "Every time Felix comes up, you bristle like a startled cat."

"Because he's insufferable!" Isabella gritted her teeth. "That permanent scowl on his face, and now he's groveling to some plastic surgery disaster. I'll eat my hat if that woman hasn't had work done!"

Vivian stifled a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Isabella demanded. "I'm serious! Her nose implant is practically poking through!"

Vivian waved a hand. "Nothing. I just think you two would make a great match."

"Match my foot!" Isabella slammed her chopsticks down. "I'm going back to spy on them. Maybe that woman's already stormed out in a huff."

Vivian didn't stop her, thoughtfully stirring her soup. Sophia Sherwood had been dropping Ethan Roscente's name all evening.

The way she kept emphasizing their connection, flaunting it right in Vivian's face. Another one of Ethan's admirers, no doubt.

And as usual, Vivian would be left dealing with the fallout.

She ground her molars. Next time she saw Ethan, she'd make sure he regretted this. That man was nothing but trouble.