My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 95

The hall was a sea of glittering chandeliers and elegant decor. Waitstaff moved gracefully through the crowd with trays of champagne and delicate bites, while a long table along the wall was laden with exquisite pastries. Designers from all over the world mingled in small groups, their conversations punctuated by refined laughter. Each one had a distinct, creative style.

Rebekah's eyes immediately found Basil. He was dressed in a white suit with a striking gray and gold silk scarf artfully tucked into the side, which swayed elegantly with his every move. He was currently smiling, engaged in conversation with a female designer.

When he finished, Rebekah approached him. The moment he saw her, his face clouded over. "How did you get in?"

Rebekah's own expression hardened. "Mr. Basil, have I done something to offend you?" His sudden shift in attitude was too drastic to ignore. Now was the time to find out why.

Basil let out a cold laugh. "You have Mr. Quinn backing you. I doubt you'd care if you did offend me."

There it was again—that passive-aggressive tone. Rebekah frowned. "Mr. Basil, you are my mentor in design, and I respect you as my teacher. If I've done something wrong, please just tell me, and I will fix it. There's no need for these kinds of remarks."

"Hah," he scoffed. "You don't even know what you've done wrong. How can I expect you to change?" He shot her a dismissive look. "I'm going to tell Mr. Quinn to find someone else to mentor you. I don't teach people who only get by on connections."

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