The Substitute Bride

When Melissa left the villa, she was trembling with rage. She was so enraged that she couldn't even immediately start her car. She had to just sit there and try to calm herself down.

"That damn bitch! How dared she call me shameless! She is such a cunt!"

Melissa couldn't help muttering a curse on that bitch. When she finally regained her composure and mental clarity, she started the car and sped away from that horrid place.

Inside the villa, Vicky looked at her red and swollen face in the mirror. Her gaze turned cold, which inwardly thrilled her to see.

Her vicious, ice-cold eyes made her look like a serpent. She bit her lower lip and made up her mind.

"Melissa, you'll be sorry for what you have done!" Vicky spitefully muttered. She then took out her phone and dialed a number.

When the call connected, Vicky told the other person everything that had happened today. Deep into their conversation, Vicky even seemed to be receiving encouragement from the other person, and she seemed somewhat delighted.

"Yes, I know," she said.

"Fine, let's meet in half an hour." She then nodded and ended the call. Her sullen expression smoothed out after the conversation ended. She sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

Coming back to reality, she stood up, took her coat, and was ready to go out. Suddenly, seeing Stella in the kitchen, a thought popped into her mind.

Vicky cast a glance at her, put down her coat, and approached Stella. She asked innocently, "Stella, could you make a glass of mango juice for me?"

"Mango juice?" Stella repeated in surprise. She was surprised because there were no mangoes at home.

"We don't have mangoes?" Vicky asked, understanding Stella's dilemma.

Stella nodded in embarrassment. Vicky smiled. "It's fine. I can wait, Stella. Could you go to the market to buy some for me? Thanks."

"Okay, Ma'am. I'll buy some right now." Stella put down what she had been doing and immediately went out.

As soon as Stella left, Vicky left as well. Vicky didn't want anyone seeing her actually leaving the place.

At a bar near the villa

The moment Vicky stepped into the venue, she was bombarded by a cacophony of earsplitting sounds. She felt that she was going to become deaf at any

as if she was ready for a fight. Before she could barrage Charles with any questions about the issue with Vicky, Charles spoke first.

"Mom, did you go see Belinda?" Charles asked with his eyebrows tightly frowned. It was obvious he was trying to suppress his anger.

"Yes...I, I did. Why? Is anything wrong?" Melissa answered, pretending to be calm.

She had assumed that nobody had noticed it since it had been quite a few days already. However, she didn't even suspect Charles knew nor that he would bring it up now.

"You would ask me if anything is wrong? Mom, I have told you so many times to stay out of my affair with Sheryl. Why can't you just listen and do what I say?" Charles questioned her aggressively. Even though he seemed calm, his tone was cold enough.

Melissa was rendered speechless. From Charles' perspective, she shouldn't have visited Belinda. However, as his mother, she must do something to save the situation! Or what else could she do? She would regret not doing something forever.

She would never let that happen.

"Charles, it's fine if you want to be with Vicky. It's your business, not mine. But I can't just stand by and do nothing. I will never, ever, allow that girl to enter Dream Garden!" Melissa couldn't help flaring up as she recalled her confrontation with Vicky earlier today.

"Mom, what are you talking about? We're discussing Belinda not Vicky. What does Vicky have to do with anything?" Charles asked, looking at Melissa in confusion.