Chapter 477 A Seductress

Rachel tilted her head, blinking innocently. Her orange dress complemented her skin tone perfectly, and under the neon lights, her red lips made her look as enchanting as a siren.

Before coming back, Rachel had heard that Chandler was married. Curious about his wife, she spent her flight imagining what kind of woman Chandler had chosen.

Among the wealthy, marriages often served as strategic alliances. Rachel had assumed Chandler’s marriage was one of convenience, especially since his wife was reportedly the daughter of a wealthy family in Kingsdom.

However, Chandler’s current demeanor suggested otherwise.

Rachel knew Chandler well—they were old friends. He was typically aloof, not easily swayed by emotion.

Even in the face of chaos, Chandler remained calm and composed. Yet, Rachel now saw a flicker of anger in his eyes, leading her to suspect he truly cared for his wife.

Chandler stood his ground, unmoving. Rachel seized the moment, saying, “I noticed a few acquaintances. Could you introduce me to them?”

Despite the Morgan family’s decline, they had been a prestigious family in Kingsdom at their peak. Rachel reached out, attempting to hold Chandler’s arm.

“I’m your date tonight. We danced together. What’s so inappropriate?” Rachel dismissed his concern, trying to get closer.

Chandler frowned. He had danced with her to prompt Felix to cancel their engagement.

However, introducing her to others would imply a special relationship between them. When Rachel tried to hold onto him again, Chandler took a step back.

Rachel’s face momentarily hardened, but she said nothing more. She glanced at the spot where Meryl had stood. “Your wife and nephew left. Where might they go at this hour?”

Chandler glanced over. Meryl and Dalton were indeed gone. The atmosphere grew quiet for a moment before Chandler lost interest and turned to leave.

Rachel sighed, glancing at the wall clock. “The auction’s about to start. Aren’t you staying with me?”

Unbeknownst to them, someone was watching. In a surveillance room, a man idly toyed with a glass, surrounded by monitors displaying the party’s happenings. Even the sounds were audible.

Felix’s amber eyes glinted with mockery. The bodyguards behind him barely dared to breathe. Felix’s temperament was unpredictable—calm one moment, furious the next.

After ten years in prison, he seemed even more inscrutable.

The bodyguards had seen Rachel dance with Chandler, a clear affront to Felix. Given his temper, they expected Rachel would face consequences, even with Chandler’s protection.

However, Felix pressed a button on the remote, freezing the screen on a woman. She wore a white satin dress with pearl earrings, looking radiant yet with eyes reddened as if wronged.

Felix smirked mischievously, murmuring, “She’s crying…”