Classic Novel
Chapter 219
The Peterson estate was nothing short of a royal palace. Every comer shimmered with splendor and luxury, a testament to their status as local royalty.
Guests, a veritable who’s who of high society from across the nation, mingled with ease and elegance among the opulent surroundings.
Rebecca scanned the room. And there he was, the man she loathed to her very core.
Dressed in a tailored suit that looked like it had been pressed just seconds before, Alex stood amidst a cluster of fawning admirers. Between his fingers, a lit cigarette added to his insouciant charm. His eyes were slightly squinted, as if he was savoring the act of overturning the natural order of things.
In the past, Rebecca couldn’t fathom why Alex always squinted. It was only later that she realized this was the way he looked at his playthings. Contempt, disdain, and revulsion lurked in the depths of his gaze…
The last image Rebecca had seen before her untimely demise was of Alex, eyes narrowed, corners of his lips upturned in a smirk, “Tsk, you’re a tough one, aren’t you? Still clinging to life even now!”
After those words, darkness embraced Rebecca forever.
“Ms. Morris,” a pleasant male voice broke through her reverie, and she looked up to find Alex approaching
her.
Just like before, Alex took the initiative to greet her. In her previous life, she had naively thought it was love at first sight.
When Audrey showed up at the Morris Manor to seek a marriage, she had still foolishly believed that Alex loved her. Back then, her mind was filled with whimsical notions of marriage. Little did she know that from that day on, she was stepping out of heaven and into hell.
There is no such thing as love at first sight in this world!
“Mr. Peterson,” Rebecca managed to conceal the fear in her eyes, “this is my sister, Anthea Yeager.”
“In this life, Anthea was Alex’s prey,” Rebecca thought, “I have no reason to be afraid of him.”
But as she stood there, a cold sweat broke out on her back. She had thought with Anthea present, she wouldn’t be afraid of Alex. Yet, seeing him again, she couldn’t suppress the terror emanating from her very
bones.
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Alex shifted his attention to Anthea and offered his hand, “Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Yeager.”
“Nice to meet you,” Anthea replied, taking his hand.
Just then, a servant approached Alex and whispered in his ear. Alex’s expression remained unchanged as he turned back to Anthea and Rebecca, “I apologize for any lack of hospitality at my home today due to the large number of guests. I hope you’ll forgive us.”
Rebecca didn’t respond, her discomfort evident.
Anthea smiled lightly, “Please, Mr. Peterson, attend to your other guests.”
As Alex glanced at Rebecca, his eyes narrowed slightly before he turned and walked away. Moments later, he returned, “Ms. Yeager, may I have a moment? Please come with me.”
“Is something the matter, Mr. Peterson?” Anthea asked, setting down a delectable cherry cheesecake she
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had been enjoying.
Alex’s gaze lingered on the dessert for a moment. “It’s Kendrick Wright; he heard that Ms. Yeager was at the party and specifically asked me to bring you to him.”
Rebecca’s eyes widened in disbelief, convinced she was hallucinating. She was supposed to be Kendrick’s lifesaver, not Anthea!
“That’s a mistake, Mr. Peterson. Kendrick is looking for me,” Rebecca blurted out, unable to contain herself any longer.
What if Kendrick left upon realizing Anthea wasn’t his savior? She couldn’t wait any longer!