Chapter 948
Holding Isabella with one hand, Wyatt took out his phone with the other and sent a video to Oliver.
Inside the brightly lit bar.
A group of people sat together, drinking and chatting.
"You all know about Stella, right?" A man rubbed the waist of the woman in his arms, laughing teasingly.
"It's been sensational both domestically and internationally. How could we not know? Oliver, didn't you just come back from Switzerland? Did Stella really give up on Wyatt, whom she had loved for over a decade, and choose to be with someone else?"
The camera shook a bit.
The image blurred for a second.
Then Oliver's face, shrouded in swirling smoke, gradually became clear.
Oliver looked disdainful, sneering, "Do you guys really believe those things online? I've known her for over a decade. How could I not know what kind of slut she is? Just a whore!"
He stared at the video on his phone. His face gradually turned pale.
"Wyatt... I..." Oliver was speechless.
Although Fiona didn't see the video, she only heard the voices, and Oliver was enough to annoy her.
"Why do you despise her so much?" Wyatt confronted Oliver word by word.
Oliver's face turned even gloomier. He blurted out, "I'm angry that she badgered you for over a decade and all of a sudden, she married someone else without caring about your feelings!"
"Is it really so?" Wyatt's tone became much colder.
Oliver's breathing quickened.
Feeling guilty, he slammed the table and stood up. "Wyatt, we've been friends for thirty years. Do you have to be so ruthless to me?"
"Stop it, Oliver!" Emily hurriedly pulled him back.
Wyatt looked at the anxious woman, slightly tilting his head. "Has anyone ever told you that you look a bit like Stella?"
"Wyatt!" Oliver exclaimed.
Wyatt chuckled briefly, "Strictly speaking, Emily resembles Stella from over a decade ago."
Emily sat there.
A buzzing sound rang in Emily's ears. Then she looked askance at Oliver. "Honey?"
"Don't listen to her nonsense. Take the kids to the car and wait for me. We can't continue the meal anymore. I'll take you to another restaurant later!" Oliver said.
Emily hesitated for a moment. Her gaze suddenly shifted towards Fiona. Then she got up to hold Isabella.
"Don't go. I want Mr. Durham!" Isabella started crying.
Wyatt remained indifferent. He let Emily take the crying child away.
The private room fell into a dead silence for a moment.
"Well, what kind of play are you two putting on?" Fiona leaned back in her chair, her gaze shifting back and forth between an aloof man and a frantic man.
"Yes!" Oliver suddenly slammed the table, startling Fiona.
"I used to like Stella, but after I found out she was trash, I stopped liking her. Emily is nothing like her!!" Oliver said, pulling at his hair.
He paced back and forth in place. He added, "Wyatt, do you think I hate her because I couldn't have Stella?"
"After her photos with that tycoon went viral, we broke up." Wyatt looked at Oliver. "Do you remember, the confession you made to her with the candlelit dinner and the roses on the entire yacht? Have you forgotten that?"
Fiona fell silent.
Oliver stood frozen in place. "Did Stella say that? Did she tell you?"
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