“Boyfriend? Didn’t you see the news? That’s Lionel and Sandra! They’re ridiculously rich! I’m so envious!”
Listening to the whispers of awe and envy from the crowd, Sandra felt herself swoon. If only she hadn't listened to everyone else back then and had married Lionel from the start, none of this would be happening.
Lionel carried her to the curb, hailed a taxi, and headed for the hospital.
From a Maserati parked nearby, Hannah sat in the passenger seat, watching the entire scene with a blank expression. In the driver's seat, Yves glanced from the taxi back to her, then leaned curiously over the steering wheel.
“Hey, isn’t that your husband? Carrying another woman off in broad daylight,” he teased.
“I’m not blind,” Hannah said, sitting up straight. “Mr. Lancaster, this is a golden opportunity for Keystone Group. You shouldn’t be wasting your time on gossip when there’s business to be done.”
Yves blinked in confusion.
“He just made a public spectacle of himself,” she explained. “Shouldn’t someone make it go viral? Let the world know that the esteemed Mrs. Rosenberg is out on dates with other men? Send the Rosenberg family into a PR nightmare, watch their stock plummet.”
She didn’t know the ins and outs of corporate marketing, but she’d seen enough news to know that scandals like this could cripple a company. Once the world found out Lionel was married yet still entangled with Sandra, the Rosenberg family’s reputation would be in tatters.
Yves swallowed hard and straightened up, looking at her properly. There wasn't a trace of pain in her eyes—only a chilling, exhilarating excitement.
“Hannah… he’s your husband,” he reminded her gently. “The man you’ve loved for eight years.”



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