My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Chapter 57

“We have to secure that deal with the Powell family. The group can’t afford another loss.”

The words stopped her in her tracks. She peered through the crack in the door. Benjamin sat with his back to her, but she could feel the frustration radiating from him.

His voice was sharp with anger. “I ran into one of the Powells at the gala, but…”

The memory made him clench his fists. If it hadn’t been for Rebekah’s interference, the Powells would never have publicly declared they wouldn’t work with him and had him thrown out.

Before he could finish, Old Mr. Forrester cut him off sternly. “I don’t care what happened at the gala. You offended the Powell family, so you will find a way to fix it.”

Benjamin fell silent, a sense of injustice choking him, though he couldn’t voice it in front of his grandfather.

Rebekah listened for another moment before returning to her room. No matter how big the Forrester Group’s crisis was, there was nothing she could do to help. Benjamin, for all his faults, was a competent businessman. This was not her problem to solve.

She had her own work to focus on. Now that she had a contract with Quinn Fashion, she

couldn’t afford to be idle. This was her future, her way to earn a living.

Over the next few weeks, Rebekah settled into a routine at the estate: caring for Old Mr. Forrester and working on her designs. She and Jensen messaged each other daily. Through their conversations, she discovered he had a surprisingly keen eye for fashion. He would ask to see her sketches and offer professional, insightful feedback.

Quentin, her new boss, also sent her a packet of materials-foundational design tutorials and analyses of current industry trends. Rebekah was floored. This was the kind of insider information that money couldn’t buy. He even shared the contact information for a designer he said would mentor her, telling her to reach out with any questions.

She was shocked again when she saw the name: Basil, one of the world’s top designers.

Her hand trembled as she held her phone, not from pain, but from disbelief. She wasn’t a fool. She knew this incredible opportunity was a favor from Jensen. There was no other explanation for why a powerhouse like Quinn Fashion would invest so heavily in a complete newcomer like her.

Though she was curious about the nature of Jensen’s relationship with Quentin, she was overwhelmed with gratitude.

She sent Jensen another message.

‘Thank you, Jensen.’

On the other side of the city, Jensen was lounging on a sofa, an impatient, dangerous glint in his eyes. A subordinate stood before him, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

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