Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 95

"Sylvia, you look stunning," Charles greeted her, sincere admiration evident in his voice.

"Thank you, Mr. Jacobs," Sylvia replied, offering a faint smile.

"I wish you tremendous success tonight, achieving all your goals," he conveyed his heartfelt blessings.

"Okay, thank you. With your good wishes, I believe it will go well," she smiled, her lips displaying a radiant red, and her teeth gleaming, as she made her way to the venue.

The expansive venue was designed in an island-style arrangement, featuring over a dozen tables adorned with perfumed gifts wrapped in elegant packaging and fresh flowers.

The ambiance exuded warmth and romance, with a sweet fragrance lingering in the air, aligning seamlessly with women's pursuit of romantic love.

With just fifteen minutes left before the event commenced, Sylvia had just arrived at the entrance when a luxurious car pulled up.

A luggage attendant quickly stepped forward to open the car door.

A middle-aged lady, carrying the hem of her evening gown, elegantly emerged from the car.

The moment Sylvia saw her, she was taken aback, and immediately had the urge to turn around and run away.

Wendy, her ex-mother-in-law, she was here too!

As far as he remembered, she had not invited her!

"You... Sylvia?" Wendy looked up as she approached, and her eyes widened in astonishment at the sight of the beautiful and elegant Sylvia standing at the entrance in an evening gown. After a moment, she regained her composure, and her excitement made her words incoherent.

"… Ms. Bridgewater, hello." Sylvia had to brace herself, putting on a polite smile.

"Sylvia, is it really you?" Wendy rushed up, grabbing her hand, her eyes moist. "You are indeed alive."

She looked Sylvia up and down, murmuring, "Not bad, you look much better than before. That's good, that's good. I can rest assured now."

She wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes, sighing in relief.

Sylvia felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. This former mother-in-law treated her relatively well. At least, unlike other wealthy mothers-in-law, she hadn't made things difficult for her. During those years when Arthur had neglected her, Wendy had also tried to advise her son. It was just that he didn't love her.

"Ms. Bridgewater, I'm fine. Please come in," Sylvia held her hand and led her inside.

Arthur stood up straight and raised his eyes.

And then…

He froze.

At the front door, his mother stood there with a smile on her face. Beside her, a reserved and beautiful woman, dressed in an expensive evening gown, stood there gently and calmly, with a faint smile on her face, and an orchid-like temperament.

Is that Sylvia?

Since when did she transform into such a fashion-forward and stunning woman?

Draped in this elegant ensemble, she appeared utterly transformed, exuding a newfound sophistication and charm. This striking metamorphosis set her apart from the simple, girl-next-door persona she once embodied, presenting a stark contrast.

In this refined appearance, she was bound to outshine the array of young ladies gathered for the evening.

A trace of uncontrollable amazement flashed in his eyes.