My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 89

Just as Rebekah was about to leave the bar, she saw Basil walk in. Her eyes lit up.

"Mr. Basil!" she called out.

Basil turned at the sound of his name and met her bright, hopeful gaze. It took him a moment to place her, and when he did, his expression immediately soured. He took a seat at the bar, pointedly ignoring her.

They had only ever communicated online, with just two virtual meetings. Rebekah assumed he hadn't recognized her. She hobbled over on her crutches and stood before him.

"Mr. Basil, it's me, Rebekah. I can't believe I ran into you here. I wanted to thank you for all your help recently."

Her voice was sincere, but his reply was ice-cold. "Miss Fletcher, I am merely carrying out the tasks assigned by my boss. If not for that connection, I wouldn't be teaching you anything. You have talent, I'll give you that. I suggest you focus on legitimate design work instead of wasting your time on… other things."

He pretended not to notice her injured leg. He admitted she was gifted, but her work on the recent drafts had been sporadic at best. More than anything, he despised people who relied on connections and lacked drive.

His passive-aggressive tone didn't go unnoticed. Even if she was slow on the uptake, Rebekah could feel his hostility. It must be because she hadn't submitted her drafts lately.

"Mr. Basil, I know I haven't sent in my work. It's my fault. I've had some family issues, but I should be discharged from the hospital soon. I promise I'll submit my drafts on time once I'm home."

Basil didn't respond.

Feeling awkward, Rebekah rubbed her nose and decided to leave.

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