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We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Chapter 1865
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Chapter 1865 Exposed?

Once aboard the ship, Elisa rarely stayed alone; instead, she gravitated towards the deck amidst the

company of others.

Actively avoiding isolation, she mingled with fellow attendees, intently monitoring Rochelle's potential

secretive strategy.

Furthermore, anyone daring to conspire against her should brace for countermeasures.

Beneath the moon's glow, Elisa raised her wine glass and downed it swiftly, a subtle smile forming on

her lips, hinting at veiled intentions.

With Elisa refusing to retreat to her room, Rochelle's nerves went into overdrive. It was plain as day: if

Elisa didn't bunk down in her quarters, her scheming would crumble like a house of cards! What would

happen to the painstakingly set-up 'surprise' she had tucked away?

Rochelle turned to Paul, "Do you think she's catching on? What if she figures it out? What do we do

then?"

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Rochelle's tension was almost tangible, as though Elisa's presence had cast a foreboding shadow

upon her, leaving an indelible mark of fear.

Paul picked up on Rochelle's restlessness and pat her shoulder reassuringly, accompanied by a light

chuckle.

"C'mon. Relax okay. We've been careful. It's unlikely she'd pick up on anything! And even if she does,

she has no evidence against us."

Given Elisa's penchant for vengeance, discovering the truth would undoubtedly trigger her retaliation.

Rochelle nervously stole a glance at Elisa, who was still merrily mingling. Seeing no red flags, she

eased up a little.

Paul said, "It doesn't matter if she decides to crash in her room; the drug is already in her body. Sooner

or later, the effects will kick in. If she heads back to her room, it's a gotcha moment, her image in the

gutter. If she keeps partying, her true colors get laid bare. It's a knockout blow, either way."

Rochelle nodded as if weighing Elisa's impending predicament and then smirked. "Man, if only I had

more of those pills, I'd also slip one to Bella."

A hint of remorse lingered in her voice. Sigh… Too bad!

Little did she know, Bella was within earshot and caught every word.

So, this was their plot – drug Elisa and make her dance to their tune. Hmph! Quite the game plan.

Keeping her urge to pounce in check, Bella pinged Elisa a message. As mad as she was, Bella

realized she had to rein it in and not torpedo Elisa's masterstroke.

Lucky for them, Elisa saw this coming. She wasn't going to let these two mischief-makers prevail.

So, buckle up – the real showdown was on its way.

Out on the deck, soaking in the breeze, Elisa's phone buzzed with a message from Bella, filling her in

on Rochelle's little plot.

A wry grin tugged at Elisa's lips. After all this time, their tactics were still painfully lowbrow. Apparently,

some people never learn.

After a brief pause, Elisa dialed Bella to share a plan she had concocted.

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Bella's voice buzzed with excitement. Who wouldn't be thrilled? This was a golden chance for payback!

Elisa's plan was nothing short of genius. It was high time Rochelle reaped what she had sown.

Armed with Elisa's instructions, Bella sprang into action.

Tucking her phone away, Elisa leaned back, poised for the spectacle about to unravel.

Sitting across from her, Gareth raised his wine glass, his gaze steadfastly locked onto Elisa's. He got a

real kick out of watching her outsmart her adversaries. That taste for revenge she had? It was definitely

growing on him.

Who could blame him for finding this cunning and undeniably charming Elisa so intriguing?

Meanwhile, Rochelle was still riding high on the thrill of impending victory when a waiter broke the

news that there might be a hiccup in her plan.

Without a moment to lose, she hurried toward her room.

Yet, right in the middle of her rush, a door creaked open. An arm extended, cloth in hand, swiftly

covering Rochelle's nose.