Chapter 476 Having an Affair

Rachel spoke ambiguously, “Would any man tolerate his fiancée dancing with another man at his own birthday party?”

Chandler replied, “But I’ve heard Felix has a bad temper. Aren’t you afraid he might get angry?”

Rachel dismissed the concern. “That’s why I dragged you into this. In the whole Kingdom, the only person Felix fears is probably you.”

The Morgan family and the Powell family had an engagement agreement. When the agreement was made, Rachel was just in her early teens. Now, more than a decade later, she had no desire to marry Felix.

To be precise, probably no woman would want to marry such a terrible man with a criminal record. However, the Morgan family had been in decline for over a decade, and now the entire family consisted of only Rachel herself. She had no power to confront the Powell family. The only person she could rely on was Chandler. Rachel asked Chandler to dance with her with the intention of—

But the dance had ended, and no one from the Powell family had shown up.

Chandler was about to say something when he inadvertently noticed Meryl and Dalton not far away. They stood at the end of the corridor, gazing into each other’s eyes. Meryl’s eyes were red as she looked at Dalton, and Dalton’s eyes showed a bit of restraint and self-control. At a glance, they seemed like lovers who deeply loved each other but had to part ways.

Chandler frowned and clenched his fists instinctively, exuding a cold aura.

Rachel noticed his distraction. She followed his gaze and saw Meryl at a glance. She just stood there quietly, but she looked like the protagonist of the entire event, with everything around her becoming her accompaniment. She stood in the light, her delicate skin seeming to glow. The small pearls hanging by her ears were the finishing touch, setting off her gentle and cold demeanor. Any woman who saw her might feel envious.

Rachel remembered her. She was the one who was about to knock on Chandler’s office door in the morning.

“Is that man your nephew?” Rachel asked casually. With one hand propping up her chin, she looked at Meryl with speculation. “The woman in front of him… Is she his wife?”

Chandler’s eyebrows furrowed into a knot.

He took a flute glass from the waiter and drained it in one gulp, his eyes darkening. He said through gritted teeth, his tone laced with coldness, “That’s my wife!”

Rachel had already guessed as much.

She spoke slowly, a hint of regret in her voice, “Oh… so your wife is having an affair?”

The deliberately emphasized words made Chandler’s face even colder. He sneered and slammed the flute glass down on the table. The atmosphere around him seemed to become tense.

Chandler was about to go over, but Rachel grabbed the hem of his suit.

“There are so many people here. If you confront them now, wouldn’t it just confirm that there’s something between them?”