Nicole rolled her eyes and pinched Ian, glaring at him with a fake smile.
“Shut up. Yvette isn’t that kind of person!” Julie looked at her with questioning eyes.
Nicole pursed her lips, looked at Yvette, and raised her chin. “Go on!”
Yvette cleared her throat and took out a document from her bag and handed it over.
There was a moment of silence.
Except for Nicole, the other two people sat there dumbfounded like they were struck by lightning, not reacting at all.
Yvette frowned, took a step forward, and held the document in front of their eyes.
“This isn’t fake. I’m really married! ”
Julie was the first to react and took a look at it. It really was not fake!
However, the name of the groom was not Sean Moore, but Lance Sheldon.
Ian leaned over to look and was also stunned. The two of them exchanged glances.
Julie pursed her lips. “Yvette, you…” On the contrary, Ian sighed in relief.
“Oh, thank goodness it’s not Sean! I was worried that love killed all your brain cells, and you got a marriage license with Sean!”
Yvette laughed and waved her hand.
“That’s all in the past. Please call me Mrs. Sheldon now!”
Julie looked at Nicole with a complicated expression, hesitating to speak.
Nicole smiled. “Don’t worry, she wasn’t forced. Ms. Quimbey was perfectly willing. She already broke up with the last one!”
Julie slowly sighed in relief. “That’s good, but this was too sudden. How did you become the first person among us to get married?!”
Yvette grinned and sat down, opening up a bottle of imported wine.
“Come on, we’re celebrating that I found myself a partner. You’re not allowed to leave until you’re drunk!”
The few people smiled, let go of the topic, and immediately started drinking, singing, and dancing.
Except for these four people, no one knew what was going on inside.
Clayton did not come up. After he sent the two ladies over, he went back to work overtime. He only came to catch a glimpse of Nicole.
The group had fun until midnight. Yvette went out for some air and went down the corridor to find a washroom outside to wash her face. She felt a little dizzy since she drank a little too much.
It turns out that the past could be given up after all.
She gave Sean up, and the people around her all clapped their hands and cheered her on. Why had she been so insistent before?
After washing her face, a woman walked in next to her. Yvette shook her head when a shadow overlapped in front of her vision.
Her vision was blurry.
The woman kept staring at Yvette through the mirror.
Even if Yvette was drunk, she realized that the person was looking at her.
It was uncomfortable to be stared at in this way.
Yvette frowned, and her high and mighty temper immediately flared up.
“What are you looking at me for?”
The woman did not drink much. She looked at Yvette with suppressed hatred and jealousy in her eyes.
Her voice was extremely cold with a strong restraint.
“You don’t remember me?”
Yvette wanted to look closely at the woman in front of her, but the alcohol went to her head and did not allow it.
She frowned. “Do I know you? Why should I remember you?” The woman smirked.
“Ms. Quimbey, you stole my man away from me, yet you don’t remember me?”
Yvette sneered. “Bullsh*t. When did I steal someone else’s man?”
The woman stared at her and laughed.
“You’re still so shameless and guiltless even as a third party. Ms. Quimbey, your character is really admirable! ”
Then, she washed her hands, walked around Yvette, and was about to leave.
At that moment, a person suddenly appeared in Yvette’s mind.
She subconsciously called out to the woman. “Are you Sean’s ex-wife?”