His Secret Millionairess Wife Chapter 8

Sandy raised his head and looked at the man with displeasure. He was noble and a gentleman. "I don't want to talk about this!" But the man persisted, asking, "Aren't you curious about her? After all, she's your fiancée. I remember we played together as children."

Sandy leaned back, legs folded, holding a glass in one hand and propping his chin with the other. He didn't remember their childhood interactions or what Lauren was like as a little girl.

She must be beautiful, he reasoned. As a child, he tended to play with beautiful girls; otherwise, they wouldn't have played together.

But no matter how beautiful a girl was, time marches on. Flowers wither or strengthen after wind and rain. Whether a wilting flower or a resilient plum, neither appealed to Sandy.

He hadn't wanted to attend the dinner, but his good relationship with the Bennett family obliged him.

Seeing Sandy's disinterest in Lauren, the others grew bolder, joking with her. "I really wanted to know what Lauren looks like. Will she be as pretty as Sally?" one person asked.

"What are you talking about? No one could compare with Sally!" another retorted.

"You're right. She was lost as a child and lived in poverty since then. She must be a greedy woman now," a third added.

At that moment, the door burst open, and a beautiful woman entered.

Her slim figure was draped in a fiery red gown, her face delicate. From Sandy's perspective, he could see her curled eyelashes and high nose.

Emerging from the shadows into the light, the scarlet dress made her stand out. Everyone was captivated.

In the silent hall, the wall clock chimed eight o'clock.