Built His Empire Then Watched It Burn When He Cheated novel Chapter 719

Even if Gianna didn't harbor any romantic feelings for Jonathan, watching Anneliese—a woman who had constantly clashed with her—claim a man at the very peak of power ignited a fire of jealousy within her.

Why does Anneliese always seem to get her way, while I stumble at every turn?

Her professional achievements were constantly eclipsed by this rival, the man she secretly admired was caught up with Anneliese's tacky friend, and now even her family appeared to favor Anneliese openly.

It felt as though this woman existed solely to ruin her.

When Wendy picked up her phone, leaned over to show Anneliese something, and smiled while they exchanged words, their heads nearly touching as they viewed the screen, Gianna could no longer contain herself.

With a sharp scrape, she dragged her chair back and stood, drawing every eye in the room. She moved behind Ellie's seat, curiosity thick in her tone.

"Mom, what are you and Anneliese sneaking a look at? Can I take a look as well?"

She leaned in, her expression innocent and inviting, making it awkward to exclude her.

Anneliese replied casually, "It's a wedding dress design Madam Chalmont made for me."

Truthfully, Gianna didn't even need the answer—her eyes had already taken in the sketch.

Though unfinished, the design clearly reflected careful thought, and one glance had Gianna completely captivated.

Soft gray watercolor shaded the base, shaping a sweeping A-line gown. On pearlescent fabric, thousands of tiny pearls formed delicate vine patterns, tracing the curves of the figure.

Below the high waist, the skirt flowed like fog, falling with the luminescence of moonlight. Each layer of the tiered design would be studded with miniature teardrop diamonds, sparkling as the bride moved.

Gianna's fingers clenched the chair behind her, her breathing growing shallow.

The sketch stirred a memory. She realized instantly that she had seen it before—back when she had just turned eighteen.

She had wandered into Wendy's studio by chance and spotted the sketch lying on the desk, and had been entranced.

It was breathtaking, the kind of dress any young woman would dream of—elegant, romantic, both alluring and pure.

She had picked it up, unable to tear her eyes away. "Mom, is this your latest design? It's stunning!"

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