My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 96

Rebekah was astonished. "You can tell just from that? You're amazing."

The round-faced girl smiled. "I've had my own injuries. I get it." She put down her pencil and extended a hand. "I'm Patricia, a designer from Meridia. To be honest, I'm the real novice here."

Rebekah shook her hand, her surprise evident. "You're from Meridia? But your features…"

"Don't look it, right? My grandfather was from The Capital. I must have inherited his genes!"

Rebekah laughed. The two of them chatted easily as they worked on their designs. From Patricia, Rebekah learned just how significant this conference was. It was co-hosted by Quinn Apparel and the Hawthorne Group, and many of the famous designers had come specifically for a chance to connect with the elusive family.

"The Hawthorne family…" Rebekah murmured the name. She had heard it before. Back before Candice had returned to the Fletcher family, her adoptive father had been desperate to forge a connection with them. He had even been willing to break her engagement to Keith and marry her off to a Hawthorne.

The family her father spoke of was mysterious and incredibly wealthy, far more powerful than the Fletchers or even the Forresters. Rumor had it that the Hawthorne heir had been the target of a corporate attack and had spent some time adrift overseas. After he was found and brought back, the family became even more private.

This prize, Rebekah thought, must be something truly special. She steadied her right hand and focused on her design with renewed determination.

***

On the second-floor balcony, Jensen's gaze was fixed on Rebekah. The woman's expression was one of intense concentration. A few loose strands of hair fell across her forehead, catching the light and seeming to tug at his heart. His eyes softened. He decided to forgive her for her coldness at the hospital.

Quentin stood beside him, a hint of nervousness in his posture. "Jensen, don't worry. I'll find someone else to mentor Miss Fletcher."

"Just find someone else?" Jensen's expression didn't change, but his voice was laced with ice.

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