The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 350

[Tonight is your birthday gala, and every media outlet and elite family in The Metropolis is here. Tell me, Giselle, if all this gets out, do you really think Gideon and Julian can save your innocent little reputation?]

She hit send.

...

Holding a half-glass of golden champagne, Giselle was surrounded by several socialites in the center of the hall.

She basked in the envious stares of everyone around her, listening to their flattering remarks about her gown and the pink diamond necklace.

She smiled with impeccable grace, occasionally raising her glass to clink with others, fully exuding the pride and glory of being the Hayes family's beloved daughter.

The phone inside her evening bag buzzed twice in rapid succession.

Giselle turned her head, casually handing her champagne glass to a passing waiter.

She unclasped the metal lock on her clutch, took out her phone, and lit up the screen.

It was an unread message from Nora.

The smile faded from Giselle's face, and her beautiful brows instantly furrowed. She swiped the screen and opened the text.

[Come up to the terrace alone. We need to talk, just the two of us.]

[Don't force me to expose all your dirty secrets right in front of everyone at your glamorous birthday gala.]

Staring at the lines on the screen, Giselle's gaze lingered on the words "drugged" and "recordings" for a long time.

What email? What drugging? What the hell kind of recordings?

Was this woman losing her mind again?

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