Chapter 89
The woman glanced at the man, who nonchalantly took a grape from the dainty platter.
Under the crowd's curious gaze, the woman finally took off her mask.
Instantly, Gavin froze. He stumbled back a few steps, shaking his head in disbelief. "H-How could this be?"
It wasn't Giselle.
The woman's figure and features did resemble Giselle, especially with the mask on. The lower half of her face could almost pass for Giselle's.
However, the moment the mask was off, she didn't look anything like Giselle. With the upper half of her face exposed, he could tell they were two different people.
The man remained composed, a mocking glint flickering in his eyes. "Well, take a good look. Is this your wife?"
Gavin bit down hard on his lip as the murmurs around them grew louder.
One woman, confidently hiding behind her mask, scoffed aloud. "Mr. Farrell, you've brought your mistress to the ball, yet you're accusing your wife of cheating. What a double standard you have."
The men present barely r

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