No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)
Chapter 1863

Chapter 1863 Executing the Plan

Gareth emerged from his bathroom break, realizing he had two options: replace a different entrance or navigate the

crowd to get back inside.

And then there was this woman taking it upon herself to block the entrance aisle.

Seriously, the nerve!

Rochelle's face turned beet red—not because she was shy, but because she felt utterly mortified.

She wished she could melt into the floor as she revisited her fleeting fantasies from a moment ago.

She lowered her head in a feeble attempt to hide her awkwardness and mumbled, "Sorry," before stepping aside.

Gareth didn't utter a word, but the disdain in his eyes cut like a knife.

Rochelle watched as he made a beeline straight for Elisa.

Even though Elisa wasn't even interacting with him, he stood by her side, silent as a statue.

Seeing that, Rochelle couldn't help but tighten her grip on her wine glass, her eyes smoldering with frustration.

Perhaps her intense resentment was written all over her face, and it traveled across the room; somehow, Paul

managed to catch that vibe.

By the time Rochelle shook off her daze, Paul was shooting daggers at her, his gaze a mix of probing and anger.

Rochelle cursed silently, swiftly averting her gaze.

However, Paul had no intention of letting her off the hook that easily.

He smiled at a few company bigwigs, excused himself, red wine glass in hand, and headed for Rochelle.

Once he got near, he groped her, causing Rochelle to let out a shocked exclamation.

Paul's expression stayed unchanged; he chuckled and remarked, "You sly little thing just can't keep your hands to

yourself when I'm away. Am I not satisfying enough for your appetite?"

Rochelle acted coyly, quickly shaking her head before nodding in agreement.

She hurriedly explained, "Mr. Mazel is so powerful as a bulldozer."

Paul laughed; the next second, his expression turned severe, and he admonished, "Then why did you flirt with

another man when I wasn't looking?"

Rochelle frantically shook her head.

Paul reached out, pinching her chin and tilting her head back, making her down the rest of the red wine in one gulp

—his way of asserting control and disciplining Rochelle.

Rochelle obliged, swallowing everything and projecting an air of allure.

Afterward, Paul gently wiped off the wine stain from her lips and whispered, "Good girl, don't forget our mission for

tonight."

Rochelle nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Throughout the night, Elisa was occupied with networking and giving a toast, leaving little time for Gareth.

However, he didn't seem bothered. He sat by himself, observing Elisa and occasionally reminding her to pace

herself with the drinks.

Both Paul and Rochelle were well aware of the threat posed by Gareth.

Besides the fact that any bold moves in his presence would likely fail, his resolute defense of Elisa prevented

anyone from steering her away from his watchful gaze.

So, as the night unfolded, their options were constrained to waiting for an opportunity— for Gareth to exit the

scene.

The passage of time had slipped their notice until a phone call broke the lull. Gareth glanced at his device, uttered

something to Elisa, and exited the scene.

It was a calculated step in Paul's playbook.

Right after Gareth left, Paul and Rochelle made their way over to Elisa.

At that very moment, Elisa had just concluded a business chat and focused on Paul and Rochelle. She shifted her

focus to Paul and Rochelle, and her cheeks tinged with a faint flush. Her gaze held a touch of frostiness, her tone

polite but distant.

"Can I help you?"

Paul erupted into a guffaw, playfully nudging Rochelle forward.

Rochelle held two wine glasses; her unspoken intention was explanatory.

Paul broke the ice, "Ms. Benett, Rochelle mentioned there might have been a misunderstanding between you two

earlier. She's here to offer her apology. And concerning her tenure with the company... would you be open to

considering her return? She's held this role for a considerable time, and even if her impact might not have been

revolutionary, she has consistently put in the effort, don't you agree?"