A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 113

Elissa arched an eyebrow, didn’t bother replying, and simply turned on her heel.

Her dress kept tangling around her ankles as she walked. Annoyed, she kicked her leg back, bent slightly, and scooped the skirt up into her hand before striding into the ballroom.

A nuisance.

This dress, she thought, was just as much a nuisance as the divorce papers Carmela kept waving in her face.

But the moment she entered the ballroom, Elissa froze.

Slate stood across the room, winking at her before strolling over at a leisurely pace.

A chill crept down her spine. Instinctively, she dodged out of his path and walked straight into the auction hall.

An attendant led her to the VIP section. “Mrs. Frank, right this way.”

“Thank you.”

Elissa sank into her seat, finally able to breathe.

Slate followed her in, but as he tried to push further, someone yanked him back.

He was, after all, the Murphy family’s second son. In Vistapeak City, everyone treated him with courtesy, if only out of respect for his cousin Rowan.

He jerked his arm away in irritation. “Watch it! Are you blind-”

“Mr. Slate.”

Marcia released him, her tone soft and calm, “Patience, darling. If you rush in now, you’ll only make her more guarded. What’s the point?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve got everything set up.”

Marcia’s lips curved in a sly smile as she poked his chest with her slim finger. “As long as you don’t mess things up at the crucial moment, you’ll get exactly what you want.”

“Seriously?”

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“Of course.”

Marcia glanced toward Elissa, her eyes narrowing with confidence.

After tonight, let’s see how that woman manages to keep her place in the Atwater family.

When she saw Slate give up on approaching Elissa for now, Marcia allowed an attendant to escort her to a seat, leaving only one empty chair between herself and

Elissa.

After sitting, Marcia took out a compact mirror to touch up her makeup, sneaking a sidelong glance at Elissa. “You’ve always seemed so serene. I suppose you won’t mind if I hold Frank’s arm in public?”

Elissa kept her eyes on her phone, not even bothering to look up.

“If you enjoy announcing your mistress status to the world, I’d feel embarrassed to even watch the spectacle.”

Marcia’s hand trembled, and her lipstick smeared across her lips. She sucked in a breath, forcing a cold laugh. “Elissa, I hope you can always keep that calm façade.”

She didn’t believe for a second that after Slate had his fun with her, Elissa would still

look so unruffled.

Just as she finished, Frank finished his pleasantries and walked over, taking the seat

between the two women.

The scene didn’t go unnoticed.

A few guests couldn’t help but gossip.

“Mr. Atwater really is lucky–wife on one side, mistress on the other, both within arm’s reach.”

“Hah! They make adultery and being the other woman sound so classy. Marcia must be desperate if she’s chasing after her own brother–in–law.”

“Honestly, can you believe Mr. Atwater? Who brings a mistress to such a public event? He clearly doesn’t care about his wife.”

“Elissa’s got some patience, I’ll give her that. Marcia is basically rubbing her face in it, and she just sits there, totally unfazed.”

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