In the Lap of Luxury novel (Grace and Benjamin) novel Chapter 646

It was normal that Priscilla didn't know Grace. In this circle, the line between the original wife and the mistress was clear. Men were smart. They knew who could be brought out in front of whom and who couldn't.

Although Raymond and Hestia had divorced long ago, he had never given Priscilla a title in all these years.

She could only mingle in the circles of these wealthy ladies because of Jake and a lot of money.

Others respected her for two reasons. Firstly, because Hestia was aloof and never participated in their activities. Secondly, they speculated whether Jake would ascend to power and hence give her a boost in status.

"Oh, Aunt Priscilla. I'll address you as you wish for Uncle Raymond's sake," Grace responded casually.

It wasn't for Priscilla. It was for Raymond.

Priscilla wasn't angry. "I've heard about you from Jake."

"What did he say about me?"

"He said you were the Lewis family's youngest daughter and that you are bold and charming. He really likes you."

Grace suddenly felt disgusted. "But I don't really remember him. I just remember that... he was chubby, overdressed, and not taller than five feet two. He's very much like you, Aunt Priscilla."

This statement made Priscilla's face darken. "You've mistaken him. My Jake is well-known for his looks."

Jean hurriedly intervened to smooth things over. "Yes, Grace, I've met Jake before. He's about five feet ten. There aren't many who can match him in our circle."

Grace lifted her gaze. "How about compared to Xander?"

At the mention of that name, Jean stiffened. "Well, naturally, Jake falls short."

This was an acknowledged fact in the circle.

Xander's looks were outstanding, and he had achieved a double doctorate degree at 18 years old. Now, he was even in charge of the Fulton Group. Jake was nothing compared to him.

Grace smiled faintly at Jean. "So, you do have eyes, Mrs. Jones. Otherwise, I would have thought Mr. Jones had abandoned his original wife and married a blind and ignorant lady."

He was getting impatient and sent her a message. "What game is taking so long?"

There was no response.

Victor didn't want to go back and find her. He found conversations with those wealthy ladies tiresome. Just as he was about to leave, he ran into a man, who was entering the place.

The quiet ambiance of the pavilion was perfect for discussions. Xander had arranged to meet a new material supplier there.

"What a coincidence." Victor approached him.

"You're alone?"

Victor briefly explained the situation and complained immediately. "She's probably gotten carried away with the game. She's still inside."

Xander smiled and instructed his new secretary to go ahead and entertain the client. "I'll go take a look."