Chapter 11 It seems to be her..

“Many expensive gifts were prepared for you today,” Bruce quickly diverted Sylvia’s attention. He didn’t want her preoccupied with that scumbag. As expected, Sylvia’s focus shifted. After thinking for a bit, she replied, “Since they went through the trouble, log everything and we can reciprocate appropriately later.” Bruce nodded. It was customary for them to keep track of gifts received and repay equivalently when needed. Sylvia disliked such ostentatious events. Having faced nothing but fawning sycophancy since young, she found the facade tedious. After marrying Cyril, his cold apathy towards her presence at such functions bred further disinterest. Over time, she lost all taste for them. As Sylvia descended, gasps echoed among the guests, stunned by her grace and poise which screamed pedigree breeding. Glancing up, Cyril froze in disbelief. Why did this Ivanov heiress seem so familiar, uncannily resembling his ex-wife? Impossible, he scoffed internally. They were worlds apart, m