Reborn to Revenge

A query failed. Although Arthur let her go, his doubts were deeper.
Jocelyn was always cowardly, and unable to speak clearly, but just now she was well organized. From small personal grievances
to big family rise and fall, she analyzed step by step with full of confidence. With such a glib tongue and a ready response, she
wasn’t like the timid woman she used to be.
He was afraid that they would have to find out what happened to her these three years in prison!
On the other side, the door of the bride’s dressing-room was closed,
“We must have been tricked by this woman, who was trying to scare us by playing the devil on purpose. It was impossible to
come back from the dead.”
Monica thumped the table angrily, “Stan, isn’t she the wife of your godfather’s eldest son? What’s her problem with you? Why
does she scare us?”
Stan, who had been sitting on the sofa since his return, said nothing, and then raised his head slowly, as if he had been
awakened by the words of Monica. He said, “problems?”
Before the wedding, at the door, it was really a slip of the tongue that he humiliated her. Was it because of this?
Stan immediately told Monica what had happened, and she “figured it out” and said in rage,
“It was no wonder that she was against us again and again. Because of such a small matter, she was aggressive, and it was no
wonder that she was neglected in Shao family!”
Monica gnashed for a moment, “no, I can’t bear that.”
“What are you going to do?”
After whispering, Stan frowned. Stan was reluctant initially, but he was persuaded by Monica. He agreed finally.

Jocelyn showed up at the party and Selena Alger changed her attitude and was nice to Jocelyn. The rumor that the eldest
daughter-in-law was neglected in Shao family was proved false. People who had looked down upon her, looked up at her with
new eyes and a number of people came forward to court her.
Offering help in time of need is difficult, but adding flowers to the cake is easy. Looking at these people’s hypocritical faces,
Jocelyn sneered in the heart, but she didn’t show it and only showed her civility before them. All’s fish that comes to her net. As
time went on, she drank quite a lot.
“Jocelyn seems to be drinking a lot?”
Hearing a concerned voice, Jocelyn looked up and it turned out to be Monica' maid of honor.
“Not much. I can’t drink very well.” Jocelyn humbly said. In her previous life, it was no exaggeration to say that she never got
drunk.
“I happen to be living here these two days. Jocelyn, if you don’t mind, you can go to my room for a rest.”
Jocelyn looked at her warily.
The eyes of the maid of honor were evasive.
“Well, Monica wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t come out in person, so she asked me to come out and take a look.”
“I see.”
Jocelyn pretended to let her guard down, “well, is your room far from here?”
“It is not far from here. It’s only two steps from the banquet hall. You come with me.”
“Ok.”
Jocelyn left the ballroom with Monica' maid of honor. She wanted to figure out what trick Monica was playing.

It was not very far indeed. When she reached the door, she was about to turn round to say something, but the door opened
suddenly. A hand reached out, took her by the arm, and drew her in.
Before she knew it, the door slammed.
The room was dimly lit. Jocelyn was pushed to the bed by the irresistible force, and then she smelled the strong smell of alcohol.
She struggled and screamed, but her mouth was covered. She heard the familiar male voice above her head.
"Sister-in-law, why didn’t you tell me that you liked playing in this exciting way?”
Jocelyn was surprised. He was Nicola Morrison.