Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 495:

Katrina let out a heavy sigh. In her eyes, Joyce’s history—having a child, ending a marriage, and keeping a boy toy—meant she’d never find anyone better than Alexander.

She shook her head.

“You’ll regret this, Joyce.

You’ll see.”

Joyce let out a laugh, her disbelief evident.

“No, I won’t. Mom, I’m texting Milo. He’s coming over for dinner tomorrow. I’m going to marry him!”

Katrina felt as though the weight of the world was crashing down on her, utterly drained by Joyce’s choices. Meanwhile, Daniela ignored the conversation entirely, her patience with the family drama completely spent. Johan leaned towards Daniela, his voice a low murmur.

“Did you catch that? Joyce just finalized her divorce.” Tonight, Johan saw an opportunity.noveldrama

With Cedric and Daniela’s friends absent, it was the perfect moment for him.

Johan exchanged a knowing glance with Katrina, who understood his unspoken intention. As she began to share her plan to hypnotize Daniela with Joyce, the latter marched out the door.

The silence in the living room was immediate and thick. Katrina, visibly tense, sat in the dining room, watching the fondue pot bubble without taking notice.

A few moments later, Johan’s voice came from the living room.

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“It’s done.”

Shocked into motion, Katrina sprang from her seat, her chair teetering dangerously behind her.

Johan, startled by her sudden movement, rushed to her side.

“Quiet down,” he hissed, his voice urgent. Katrina gave a quick nod, her breath still shaky.

Together, they crept towards Daniela.

Sitting motionless on the couch, Daniela seemed lost, her eyes distant and unfocused, as if she were in another world.

Johan shot a questioning glance at Katrina.

“What should I do now?”

Katrina’s gaze turned cold, locking onto Daniela with an almost venomous intensity. Her voice was laced with frost as she spoke to Johan.

“Take her to the rooftop.”

Understanding Katrina’s intent, Johan gave a subtle nod.

He acted quickly, guiding Daniela with steady hands.

The wind howled fiercely across the balcony, its strength tugging at Daniela’s long dress as she stood there, almost motionless.

The fabric fluttered upward, caught by the fierce gusts. Her hair was tossed around wildly, adding an extra layer of fragility to her already delicate appearance.

Katrina asked, “She won’t just wake up on her own, will she?”

Johan chuckled, sucking on a lollipop.

“Not unless someone says her name. Relax, you’ve done this before—fifteen years ago, remember? You’re a pro.”

Pulling out his phone, Johan continued, “Okay, just a few more steps, and we’re done. I’ll head downstairs to cover my tracks. Transfer the money now. I’m out after this.”

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