No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)
Chapter 1910

Chapter 1910 Return

That had led to the usually composed Paul losing his cool and lashing out at Bella.

Even Paul's hand, pointing at Bella, was shaking.

The security guard arrived just in time and immediately attempted to escort Bella away.

Paul also turned around, his gaze falling on the board of directors.

A forced smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Don't mind her. Let's carry on. The election of a new chairman

—”

“Mr. Grayson, why didn't you wait for me to convene a board meeting?”

Before Paul could finish his words, he was interrupted by a crisp female voice.

Paul couldn't be more familiar with that voice.

Paul's pupils dilated the moment he heard it. He was even trembling in disbelief. He wanted to turn around to

confirm what was happening, but he felt as if he was nailed to the spot, unable to move.

In contrast, Rochelle seemed to be doing much better. At the very least, she could still move around normally.

She turned around stiffly, and, in no time, she turned to a state similar to Paul's.

Rochelle was so frightened that she plopped down onto the chair.

Everything happened so quickly that the smug smile at the corner of her mouth didn't even have time to fully fade

before it was replaced by an expression of shock and fear.

Her pupils slightly contracted, her lips slightly parted, yet a trace of a smile still lingered at the corners of her

mouth, giving her an eerie appearance, looking as if she was seeing a ghost.

Clack! Clack! Clack!

The sound of high heels hitting the floor echoed from behind. The group of directors stood up, their expressions

complex as they turned to look at the newcomer.

It was at that moment that Paul cautiously turned around.

Then, he saw the person he least wanted to see. It was Elisa!

“Aren't you supposed to be dead?” Paul asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He couldn't comprehend why she could come back to life and stand before him at such a critical moment.

He couldn't understand and was unwilling to accept the turn of events!

Paul couldn't help but take a step back, unlike Rochelle, who simply slumped down in her seat.

However, he could barely stand upright, needing to prop one hand on the table for support.

Elisa laughed carefreely and brightly.

“Mr. Grayson, who told you I was dead? A black and white photo of me is even hanging outside.” Elisa paused, then

said with a fake smile, “You really went out of your way, didn't you?”

It wasn't that he was being kind. Paul was clearly just eager to tell everyone that she, Elisa, was already dead, so it

was time for a change of leader.

Furthermore, that gesture could also highlight his kindness.

He had put a lot of effort into scheming, but it was all in vain, as Elisa had returned safe and sound.

Paul managed to maintain his composure, his eyes scanning the room. He cleared his throat before saying, “T-The

police said that since they haven't found a body for so long, the chances of survival were slim. But fortunately,

you're blessed with luck and have returned safely, Ms. Benett.” He was practically speaking through gritted teeth

toward the end of his sentence.

Elisa knew he was furious right now, so much so that he wished he could strangle her on the spot. So what?

It seemed as if Elisa had no intention of prying into the matter. She simply sidestepped Paul, plopped herself down

in the main seat, and smiled brightly at all the shareholders.

Even though it was a bright sunny day, everyone felt cold, as if they were trapped in an ice cellar.

Elisa was smiling, yet her smile was laced with a hint of frost, sending chills down everyone's spine.

For some reason, after Elisa survived her ordeal and returned, she seemed to have become even more terrifying

than before.

She was terrifying in the past, but she was scary in a flamboyant and undisguised manner.

But now, the spine-chilling aura she emanated was covert.

Reservedness was always more terrifying than ostentation.