Chapter 7: Steal an Invitation?

Vivienne noticed Broad’s gaze, and a surge of jealousy and anger instantly filled her heart. Her face darkened as she quickly stepped forward to block Miranda’s path. Her tone was cold and biting.

"Miranda, how dare you come here?"

Miranda smiled lightly. "Why wouldn’t I dare?"

Vivienne let out a sarcastic laugh, her eyes filled with disdain. "You? A mere housewife? And you think you belong in a place like this? Get out of here before you embarrass yourself."

Miranda raised the invitation in her hand, her tone relaxed. "I have an invitation. I was invited. Who do you think you are to tell me to leave?"

Vivienne’s eyes flicked toward the invitation. A mocking smile curled at her lips. "Do you honestly think you can sneak in here with a fake invitation? This party isn’t for people like you, Miranda."

Miranda tucked the invitation back into her purse and returned Vivienne’s smirk. "And since when is it up to you to determine whether my invitation is real or not? Or have you started imagining yourself as the host of this event?"

Vivienne’s face immediately darkened. "No, I’m not. Mr. Wilson is. But you? Please, as if he’d ever invite someone like you."

After finishing her words, Vivienne waved to a nearby security guard. "I suspect her invitation is fake. Please go check it for authenticity."

The guard glanced at Miranda, then at Broad. Vivienne quickly sensed victory, confident Miranda would need Broad’s intervention to avoid humiliation. And Broad? He was hers now. Vivienne couldn’t help but flash a triumphant smile at Miranda.

"Vivienne, stop this nonsense. Miranda is here with me," Broad said as he stepped forward, glaring at Vivienne.

Vivienne’s face immediately clouded over. She was about to explode when Broad leaned in and whispered harshly in her ear, "I’ll explain everything to you later, but this is not the time for one of your tantrums."

Though reluctant, Vivienne held back her temper, shooting Miranda a venomous glare.

At that moment, Miranda’s calm voice rang out. "Mr. Broad, don’t flatter yourself. I didn’t come here with you."

Broad’s expression darkened as he approached Miranda, lowering his voice. "Enough, Miranda. How long are you going to keep this up? You’re here because you want to win me back, aren’t you?"

He continued, his tone softening slightly, as though offering her a way out. "I’m giving you one last chance—let’s give it another six months. If it works, I’ll consider our future together…and I’ll completely cut ties with Vivienne."

Seeing Miranda tonight reminded him of the feelings he had when they first met. And now, with his grandfather needing surgery, Broad realized he needed to maintain his marriage with Miranda—for both his family and himself.

But Miranda only responded with a cold laugh. "Broad, I can’t believe I used to overlook just how arrogant you are."

His tone turned icy. "Miranda!"

She stood her ground. "It’s over, Broad. The moment you betrayed me, we were done. I’ve moved on. I have a boyfriend now. And that invitation? It was from him."

A flicker of shock crossed Broad’s face, quickly replaced by anger. "Miranda, you’re utterly hopeless!"

To him, Miranda’s words were absurd. Her behavior only made him more disgusted. She had no chance of winning him back.

Vivienne stepped closer and clung to Broad’s arm, smiling smugly at Miranda. "Miranda, your boldness is impressive. But I’m afraid you’ll still have to let the security check your invitation."

She gestured to the security guard, who stepped forward. "Ms. Miranda, may I see your invitation, please?"

Miranda smiled faintly but said nothing. Some people were simply too full of themselves. She was no longer the Miranda they used to know.

Calmly, she handed her invitation to the security guard.

The guard examined it carefully before announcing to everyone, "This is, without a doubt, an official invitation from the Wilson family."

He handed the invitation back to Miranda with an apologetic bow. "My apologies for the inconvenience, ma’am. Here is your invitation."

Miranda accepted it, walked to a nearby table, picked up a glass of red wine, and took a small sip.

Vivienne was stunned for a moment before letting out a shrill accusation. "Miranda, you must have stolen that invitation from Mr. Wilson! I never imagined you’d stoop so low just to win Broad back."

Her words made Broad’s frown deepen. He couldn’t believe Miranda would go to such extreme lengths, even stealing an invitation, just to approach him. To Broad, her so-called boyfriend was nothing but a lie. Otherwise, why hadn’t anyone appeared to support her yet?

"Miranda, you’ve truly disappointed me," Broad said coldly. "Did you really steal that invitation? I can’t believe you’ve fallen this far."

Miranda was about to retort when a deep, commanding voice interrupted from the crowd.

"Who gave you the audacity to insult my most important guest?"

The entire room froze, and all eyes turned toward the source of the voice.

Eric entered, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his presence exuding authority.