Chapter 343

Chapter 343:

There, in the midst of a lively beach volleyball game, was Vivian, the very same girl who had defamed him just days before in the mall.

Vivian was caught up in a game of beach volleyball with her friends. Her initial joy dimmed into discomfort the moment her gaze met Ashton’s.

The recent humiliation she had suffered at his hands lingered like a shadow, darkening her mood. The defeat she had experienced was a bitter reminder of her shattered pride, all thanks to Ashton’s nonchalance.

Vivian’s blood boiled at the mere thought of Ashton. His public humiliation of her had left a bitter taste that no amount of time could wash away. Each recollection of that fateful day sent waves of anger coursing through her veins, threatening to consume her whole.

Yet, as much as she yearned to unleash her fury, Vivian found herself caught between a rock and a hard place. The Campbell family’s banquet was no place for a public spectacle, and Vivian knew that letting her emotions run wild would be her undoing. She needed a way to keep her composure while still exacting a measure of vengeance.

Then, she had a lightbulb moment, a devious scheme illuminating her mind—a plan that would place Ashton in an uncomfortable spotlight.

A sly, almost feline smile curled on Vivian’s lips as she beckoned her closest confidantes, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she pointed discreetly toward Ashton, who stood, seemingly unassailable, amidst the throng of guests.

“See that handsome guy over there?” she whispered, her voice dripping with challenge. “Isn’t he just the picture of charm and mystery? You’re always boasting about your irresistible allure. Well, here’s your chance to prove it. I challenge one of you to seduce him!”

Her friends followed her gaze, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. But as their eyes landed on Ashton, a collective gasp escaped them, their initial doubt replaced by awe.

Ashton’s physique was impeccably balanced, neither too lean nor overly muscular.

𝔾𝔸𝕃ℕ𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕃𝕊.ℂ𝕆𝕄 = 𝕆𝔽𝔽 ℂ𝕀𝔸𝕃

Coupled with his handsome face and an air of enigmatic allure, he exuded a magnetism that was hard to ignore.

Vivian’s words had barely left her lips when one of the girls, tall and striking in a black swimsuit that hugged her every curve, stepped forward with the confidence of a lioness on the hunt.

“He’s exactly what I’ve been looking for,” Celia Hilton declared, her voice laced with both confidence and hunger. “I’ll give it a shot.”

A slow, sultry smile spread across her face, as if she were already savoring her victory.

The other girls gasped, their admiration for Celia tinged with envy.

She was the reigning beauty queen of their department in the university. With her stunning looks and enviable physique, she was in a league of her own.

If it was Celia, everyone else had no shot.

Vivian’s heart thrummed with anticipation, a symphony of vengeance playing in her mind. Celia was the perfect pawn in her game of revenge. If Celia could seduce Ashton, only to cast him aside like a worn-out toy, Vivian would savor the sight of his arrogance crumbling to dust.

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