My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 150

"Mm," Jensen replied, his tone indifferent, as if the person she mentioned meant nothing to him.

Sylvia sighed at his coldness. "You don't have to treat her like she's the plague."

"I've already given her what she wanted. I can't give her more." Jensen paused, then met his mother's gaze. "Mom, you promised you wouldn't interfere in my personal life."

"When did I say I was interfering?" Sylvia shot back, holding her hands up in surrender. She might nag him occasionally, but she had better things to do than manage his love life. She knew how to respect her son's boundaries; he was brilliant and capable and didn't need her making his decisions for him.

Suddenly, Jensen sat up straight, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Actually, I need you to get involved in something now."

Sylvia eyed him suspiciously, recognizing the familiar, calculating glint in his eyes. "Involved in what?"

After Jensen explained, Sylvia stared at him as if he were a monster. "That white hair of yours really suits your monstrous personality. All this time, and I never realized you were this devious."

"So, are you in or out?"

"I'm in!" Sylvia declared, straightening her dress. "You think I'd miss a chance to support my future daughter-in-law? Don't worry. I won't let you down."

Jensen nodded, satisfied.

…

She had heard about the Griffin Group's bankruptcy. She knew Benjamin wouldn't have lifted a finger while Candice was still part of that family, so she suspected Jensen was behind it. When she'd called to ask, he had attributed it to the Hawthorne family's influence—after all, she was still their 'daughter,' and they had a reputation to uphold.

Rebekah felt a deep sense of gratitude. It seemed that ever since Jensen had re-entered her life, things had started to turn around. She made a mental note to finally treat him to that meal she owed him.

Seeing that Rebekah was genuinely okay, Patricia relaxed. "I guess being a wealthy wife isn't as easy as it looks. There's danger around every corner."

"It was just a freak accident."

They chatted as they strolled through The Grand Bazaar in the heart of Capital City, the most luxurious shopping center in the metropolis. It was a hub for the city's heirs and heiresses, filled with high-end boutiques and elegant restaurants. They were there to browse the designer collections, gathering inspiration for their future studio.