"Sure thing."
Bella turned to Romeo with a nod, "I'll be right back."
Romeo gave a casual thumbs-up, "Cool."
Bella followed Louisa over to a foreign gentleman, "Ms. Bella Collins, it's been a while! | never realized you were the heiress to the
Collins family. | was quite shocked when | saw the news."
Louisa appeared taken aback, "You two know each other?"
"Well, we've collaborated a few times before." The gentleman grinned at Bella, then glanced at Louisa, "Mrs. Collins, | must say,
your daughter is incredibly talented and capable."
Bella offered a modest smile and explained, "His imports are top-notch; I've sourced from him a few times before."
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Louisa hadn't expected that the connection she wanted to introduce to her daughter was one Bella had already established long
ago.
She engaged in light conversation with the gentleman before introducing her daughter to other potential contacts.
Meanwhile, at the hospital.
A nurse administered an injection to Serena to ease her condition.
Seeing Serena lying weakly in the hospital bed, Martin took her hand with a tender grip, "Serena, the other doctors are on their
way; they'll find a way to save you."
"What's wrong with me?" A tear glimmered in Serena's eye, "Why?"
Why she had to be admitted to the ICU out of the blue.
Martin was heartbroken and at a loss for answers.
He couldn't fathom why the girl, who was all smiles just a moment ago, suddenly showed abnormal vital signs.
None of the doctors at the hospital, not even the renowned ones summoned from nearby, could diagnose the root of her illness.
On the TV, the evening's gala was still the hot topic.
Martin and Serena saw a photo of Romeo and Bella dancing at the gala. Despite it being just one image, the poise and expressions
of the couple elicited envy from onlookers, with applause from the surrounding guests.
A tear welled up in Serena's eyes.
Why?
Why was she suffering for no reason, while Bella got to wear a dazzling gown and dance with the world's most distinguished
gentleman?
In previous years, it had been Serena attending the gala, and even though Romeo hadn't been there, she would wear various
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdesigner dresses, adorned with exclusive jewelry, dancing with the elite of various industries. How glorious and popular she had
been.
After each dance, there would always be a bevy of people vying for her contact details.
The more she withheld, the more they desired it.
How radiant she used to be.
But now, it was Bella standing in the center of the dance floor, basking in the glory that once belonged to Serena.
Seeing her distress, Martin offered, "I'll turn off the TV."
Serena shook her head; she insisted on watching!
She wanted to burn into her memory the sight of Bella's current splendor!
She vowed to remember every person who had trampled her underfoot!