Chapter 79 Exercising His Cunning on a Woman

Gregory was accustomed to her straightforward way of speaking, showing no surprise on his face, his smile faint. "Do you think he can get away as long as I let him go?"

"As long as Gregory gives him a chance, why wouldn't he be able to escape?"

Gregory... She said his name aloud, and it sounded particularly grating.

Gregory stared into her calm eyes like water. It hadn't been even a month since their divorce, and yet, her gaze had shifted from disgust to complete unfamiliarity.

His hands, hanging by his side, tightened ever so slightly. He curved his lips. "Why should I risk angering Avila to let a man full of sins go?"

Chloe looked at him expressionlessly. "Then state your conditions."

The smile in the man's eyes gradually cooled, his gentlemanly warmth replaced by indifference. It appeared even colder than his usual aloofness, embodying an inherent indifference.

"Conditions?" Gregory looked at her, still in that posture.

The curve of his lips had turned into mockery. "Since you don't want to be Mrs. Avila...Mrs. Horton, if that's the case, be my concubine instead, how about it?"

"......"

What?

Chloe's calm eyes were now filled with disbelief as she looked at him. "Do you even know what you're saying?"

"Of course, I do."

Gregory smiled gently, raising a hand to lightly stroke her cheek. "Lara's heartwarming friendship, where she married Avila for you. I think you should also be willing to sacrifice for her and be my companion, hmm?"

Chloe pushed his hand away, took a few steps back, and even her breathing became erratic.

"Gregory..."

The man looked at his empty fingers as if he could still feel the smoothness. He rubbed his fingers together and with an unchanged expression, said, "You're a musician, you have better hearing than most people. I won't repeat my request, Avila's private plane will arrive in Emberton city in half an hour at most."

"......"

"Chloe, the opportunity is right in front of you, it's the only one in a lifetime. How you choose, you know."

"......"

Chloe took a deep breath with closed her eyes. "Shameless!"

Gregory chuckled softly. "You and Lara are so close, yet you always resort to this one phrase when insulted. I've been tired of it for the past two years."

When Lara insulted Avila, her words were astonishing and unceasing.

Chloe opened her eyes, and her beautiful face had returned to indifference. "Gregory, must you take advantage of the situation and deplete my last bit of gratitude towards you?"

Gregory raised his thin lips and let out a disdainful and mocking laugh from his nostrils. "Your heart isn't with me, so what use do I have for your gratitude?"

"......"

Chloe stared at the man's elegant and extraordinary face. After two years of polite respect, no one knew better than her how cold-hearted the eldest son of the Horton family could be.

Her hands clenched into fists as she shifted her gaze to his shiny handmade leather shoes.

"How long?"

"What?"

She suddenly looked at him, anger filling her distinct eyes. "I can't possibly sacrifice my entire lifetime for one deal, can I?"

Sacrifice a lifetime?

The word "sacrifice" is quite interesting.

Gregory sneered, "You overestimate yourself. I'm already tired of Laura, let alone you."

"......"

Chloe felt a fiery pain on her face, as the words she had used to humiliate Laura in the past were now thrown back at her unchanged.

She didn't look at the man who took advantage of the situation anymore. In the moment she turned around, and spoke, "Fine, I'll hold up my end of the deal. Tell your driver to take the car away!"

Faced with the woman's agreement, the smile on his face wavered for a moment.

But soon, the gentle expression on his face was replaced by a determined look.

They, who played tricks and schemes in the business world, ultimately used their strategizing skills on women.

How laughable.

Six-star hotel.

In anticipation of this highly anticipated wedding, reporters have been waiting outside the hotel.

On both sides of the red carpet, pink roses were embellished, fresh with dewdrops. As far as the eye could see, it stretched for hundreds of meters, luxurious and elegant.

A black luxury car parked at the end of the red carpet, and the door opened. A woman in a black one-shoulder tight dress stepped out.

With a soft and slender waist, dazzling fair skin, tall and elegant figure, standing straight with high heels tapping on the carpet, the woman was as beautiful as a blooming rose on a branch.

Radiant and intense, a beauty full of allure, captivating everyone's gaze.

Whether it was envy or admiration, Lara's beauty was always one of the hottest topics in Emberton city.

Cameras and flashes everywhere, blinding people's eyes.

Lara walked elegantly on the red carpet in high heels.

Her black long hair was tied up, with a diamond flower pinned in the bun, diamond tassels swayed gracefully as she walked.

As she approached, the flashes gradually stopped, and the sound of cameras faded away...

The journalists looked at the woman walking towards them in astonishment.

It was Lara, no one could imitate such beauty.

And yes, she was today's bride, the proclaimed Mrs. Avila.

However.

This black outfit...

.

Whether it was the style or the attire, it had nothing to do with a bride.

Lara did not glance at the journalists on either side, as if she didn't care about them, and walked straight into the hotel.

Only after she entered did everyone heave a sigh of relief, and discussions gradually spread.

In the hotel lobby, there were large wedding photos on display.

Lara stopped and gazed at the photos; her mocking smile deepened.

Even the wedding photos were photoshopped. This kind of wedding was truly unique and unforgettable.

"Madam!"

Lennon ran over anxiously.

Lara averted her gaze. The photos were too glaring. She didn't linger and walked towards the elevator.

Lennon followed cautiously and pressed the floor button for her.

After a few seconds of silence, Lennon couldn't help but speak, "Madam, Mr. Avila flew back on a private jet last night. Don't worry."

Lara glanced at him and smiled nonchalantly, "Do I look worried to you?"

"..."

Lennon fell silent. She didn't look worried at all. Moreover, she didn't look like a bride, but he didn't dare say anything more.

The wedding ceremony was on the sixth floor, and the banquet was downstairs.

When the elevator arrived at the floor, Lara stepped out to the lavishly decorated wedding scene. The first thing that caught the eye was the red roses, red like fire.

Seeing her pause, Lennon immediately explained, "Mr. Avila said that you liked red, so he specially had fresh roses flown in."

Lara averted her gaze and silently walks in.

The time for the wedding was almost here, and the hall was filled with people. Most of these people, Lara recognized... She raised her hand to touch her eyebrows, composed herself, and walked inside.

As soon as she entered the hall, the previously noisy atmosphere instantly quieted down. Lara held her head high, wearing a black gown adorned with vibrant red roses, creating a striking contrast that captured everyone's attention.

For a moment, it was so quiet that she could only hear the sound of her high heels on the floor.