Chapter 11

Gabriella didn't care about the confused murmurs of the guests. Lifting the hem of her dress, she rushed upstairs after Blake. Meanwhile, Blake was on the phone with his assistant, Russell Daye. "Book me a private jet. I need to return home immediately." He had only one thought—he needed to get back to Elena and explain everything. "Blake, why did you reject me? You're not actually in love with that free maid, are you?" Tears welled in Gabriella's eyes. In the past, Blake would panic whenever she cried. It was as if his soul had left his body. But this time, his face darkened. "Don't call her that again. I do love Elle, and you will respect her from now on." Gabriella looked into his eyes. The same man who had once worshipped the ground she walked on was now staring at her with nothing but indifference—all because of a lowly woman. It was humiliating. Something inside her snapped, and she immediately retorted, "She already knows! She knows you only dated her to get revenge for