Chapter 246

Chapter 246

Both the man and Kelly were stunned. Dante only wanted to laugh: "A top graduate from the University of Toronto? That degree can be bought with money. Even if it were a doctorate, I might not think much of it. Yet you actually came to me personally asking for a position - I really don't know where you get the courage. I advise you to wash your face and sober up, stop daydreaming. With these qualifications, I wouldn't even hire you as a servant."

After saying all this, Dante walked away with a cold expression, leaving only the man and Kelly frozen in place.

Embarrassment and awkwardness appeared on Kelly's face. She had never been rejected by a man before, especially not with such harsh, face-losing tone. Her eyes instantly reddened as she bit her lower lip hard, not letting out a single sound.

The man's face was also angry. He huffed: "What nerve! This Dante really thinks he's something special. If it weren't for the Rossi family letting him take over, giving him the fortune to climb up, he'd probably still be somewhere begging for survival!"

Kelly said nothing, only looking toward Dante's retreating figure. She saw him following Elena step by step, the tenderness in his eyes completely opposite to his earlier coldness. Her palms clenched tight, nails digging hard into her flesh, seeping threads of blood.

She was completely unwilling and couldn't believe it - why should Elena be treated differently by Dante? She clearly surpassed Elena by a large margin in both family background and figure!

Was it just because she knew how to act wanton in bed? That she indeed couldn't compare to!

She bit her lip until it bled.

Isaac cursed roughly a few times, but didn't dare be too loud. He patted Kelly's shoulder consolingly: "Forget it, Kelly. Dante is blind. Let's not consider him anymore. I'll take you to find Mr. Anthony. Though he's older, my age, he's made quite a bit of money in real estate. If you marry him, you'll be worry-free for the rest of your life."

"Dad... I only have eyes for Dante..." Kelly withdrew her resentment, biting her lower lip pitifully.

Who could resist the charm of such an excellent man?

"Give me one more chance, just one last time. I'll try hard to win him over. He must have been bewitched by Elena's performance just now, temporarily unable to see anyone else. As long as..."

After the banquet hall livened up for a while, some people gradually moved from indoors to outdoors. The DeLuca family had spent heavily on custom fireworks that bloomed outside, bright as daylight.

Elena warmed herself in the banquet hall for a while, then was inevitably drawn outside by the fireworks.

She only remembered that every year for her birthday celebrations, Roswell would also commission special fireworks to please her, with names displayed above as normal, sometimes even with special patterns.

Time flew like a white horse passing a gap - ten years had passed in a flash, yet it felt like just yesterday, the memories still fresh.

She stood in place, attracted by the fireworks like everyone else. Suddenly, her lower back was pushed hard by a forceful shove. Standing by the pool, she hadn't expected it at all. She suddenly lost her balance, her body tilting forward and crashing into the water.

Cold - overwhelming cold.

The icy pool water frantically surged and squeezed against her chest cavity. In her shock, she choked on a mouthful of water. The harsh sensation made her suddenly aware. She grasped the underwater ladder and climbed with effort to surface.

She emerged with her head down, the fresh oxygen making her cough violently. Only then did she realize quite a few people had gathered around the pool.

Just moments ago, she had nearly fainted in the pool water, yet not one person had intended to reach out and save her. Now seeing her emerge, they had even stepped back further.

Elena lowered her eyes without excess expression, simply climbing out of the water. The cold wind made her lips turn white, shivering uncontrollably.

At this moment, she clearly looked like a drowned rat.

The men didn't know what to say. Some women had been overshadowed by Elena from start to finish, and with the title of "First Lady" weighing on Elena's shoulders - a position she didn't deserve - they had long been bubbling with acidic anger. Seeing Elena in such a miserable state, they wouldn't miss this opportunity, mocking sarcastically: "When she was playing violin earlier, I thought it was truly the return of some First Lady. As expected, an ugly duckling can never become a swan."

"Return of the First Lady? Don't be ridiculous. Who would consider her the First Lady? Before, it was just because Roswell was powerful enough for his daughter to bask in reflected glory. Look at her now - tsk tsk, a drowned rat. If she were truly New York's First Lady, she'd be disgracing New York's reputation!"

"Just an actress who can play violin, using it as a means to please men. Have you forgotten? That previous video... after I watched it, my jaw nearly dropped."

"You mean the bedroom video? Tsk tsk, I thought it was a prostitute. Who would have thought it was her? But thinking about it, it makes sense. If she were truly as noble and virtuous as the legends say, how could she chase after a man so shamelessly, insisting on marrying him?"

A group of people chattered, their voices neither too loud nor too soft, stimulating Elena until her face turned pale. She remained silent, looking at those speaking with her eyes.

How could they fear a divorced woman? They sneered coldly: "What? Are we wrong perhaps?"

Elena's soft lips were pressed tightly together.

Inside the hall, Dante was still surrounded by people flattering him. From the corner of his eye, he saw people forming a circle outside, vaguely seeming to see a bright red dress hem.

He suddenly looked around - she wasn't there.

His heart skipped a beat. He knew better than anyone Elena's current status. Once surrounded by people, there was no telling what harsh words they might say.

He pushed through those coming to toast him and strode quickly toward the outer hall. There he saw the woman surrounded in the middle, lips pale, soaking wet all over, listening to the outside mockery and ridicule, unmoved.

At that moment, it was like a needle suddenly piercing Dante's chest, causing massive bleeding.

He heard those people's cold words clearly from behind. He should be angry, should sternly rebuke them, tell them all to shut up. But ridiculously, Elena's current situation was entirely his doing.

Whether it was the video, or now being divorced and openly called unwanted damaged goods...