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

Chapter 42
Chapter 42:
A murmur of laughter rippled through the audience, amusement flickering in their eyes as they turned their attention back to
Alexander, eagerly awaiting his reaction to Cedric’s bold confrontation.
Alexander didn’t utter a word, simply pulling Joyce back into her seat. The crowd, anticipating more drama, let out a unified sigh
of disappointment.
In the end, Daniela secured the jade tiger for an impressive $19 million and handed it over to Lillian as a gift.
Lillian, her face alight with delight, shot a smug glance at Joyce, whose barely concealed fury twisted her expression. With a loud
voice, she declared, “Thanks, Daniela!”
Joyce, seething with rage, had veins popping from her forehead as she struggled to contain her anger. Daniela had once been
nothing more than a lovesick fool. Alexander had never wanted her. And now, just because she had become a powerful CEO,

she thought she could act superior?
As the auction wrapped up, Daniela lingered to chat with the event organizer. Seizing the moment, Joyce quickly lifted her phone
and snapped a picture of Daniela. Turning to Alexander, she said, “Alexander, look at her! Daniela has no shame. First, she was
flirting with Cedric, and now she’s all over the organizer, who’s old enough to be her father. She’s making a fool of the Harper
family. And don’t forget—she was your wife. Think about the damage she’s doing to your reputation.”
Of course, Joyce had positioned the photo just right, making it appear much worse than it actually was. In reality, Daniela was
simply having a friendly chat.
As she spoke, Joyce quickly posted the photo in the Harper family group chat.
“Dad, take a look at Daniela! The organizer is practically her father’s age! How shameless is she? I don’t care about her
reputation, but mine is at stake. I’ve never been so humiliated. How am I supposed to show my face in public now?”
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As she had hoped, her dramatics hit their mark.

Caiden’s anger flared up, and he smashed another of his precious porcelain cups.
After sending the message, Joyce glanced at Alexander. His expression remained as stoic as ever, unreadable. Joyce couldn’t

tell if he was angry or simply indifferent.
“Alexander, let’s go,” she said in a sugary tone, though her eyes quickly followed Daniela, who was walking toward the restroom.
Just then, a sneaky idea flashed through her mind. After a brief pause, she added, “Actually, Alexander, would you mind coming
with me to the restroom? I’m not feeling well.”
Inside the restroom, Daniela was in the middle of freshening up her makeup when Joyce entered.
“Well, well, Daniela. What a coincidence!”
Without even sparing her a glance, Daniela continued applying powder to her face, her voice calm and detached.
“You came in here on purpose. No need to play games, my dear sister.”
The last three words sliced through the air, sharp and piercing.
Daniela had no time for Joyce’s dramatics—it made her stomach churn.
“Alright, yes, I followed you. But what’s so special about you, Daniela? So what if you’ve got money now?”
Daniela paused for a moment, a subtle smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She turned to Joyce, her voice calm as she
corrected her.
“It’s not just some money. It’s a lot of money. And it’s the kind of money you’d never be able to earn in ten lifetimes. So go ahead
and let yourself be jealous.”
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