In the Lap of Luxury

Unable to find common ground in conversation, they decided to play poker instead.

Wanting to liven things up, Isla made phone calls inviting more people to join. During the waiting period, Grace filled in for two rounds.

"Mrs. Brooke isn't answering her phone. Is something wrong?"

"You don't know? Last night, Mrs. Brooke stormed into Fortress, wielding a knife. It's said that when she arrived, the screens in the lobby were playing a loop of her husband with a woman," Jean recounted excitedly.

"What video?"

"You know, that kind."

The ladies burst into laughter.

"Did she offend someone? The Brooke family has a solid background. Isn't this a slap in their face?"

"Fortress doesn't easily disclose client privacy. Whoever did this must be a big shot."

Grace gazed at the cards in her hand, smiling but saying nothing.

Bored of the women's chatter, Victor excused himself for some fresh air.

He sent a text to Grace. "I'll wait outside. Come out after two rounds."

That was her plan, too. After two rounds, she politely prepared to leave.

But just as she was about to stand up, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A soft voice sounded. "Sorry for being late, ladies."

Hearing that, Grace turned around.

It was a woman full of charm. Though she was aging and had fine lines at the corners of her eyes, her every move exuded a seductive allure that men would find irresistible. "Priscilla, you're finally here," Jean greeted warmly, stepping forward.

"I left as soon as you called," Priscilla replied as she was pushed into a seat.

Then, she glanced at Grace. "Oh, it's rare to see such beauty. Which family are you from?"

Grace didn't appreciate how she

acted familiar and hesitated for et

moment before replying, "I have some urgent matters to attend to.

I'm sorry, ladies."

They didn't insist on her staying. As Grace reached the door, she overheard Jean asking, "I heard your son, Jake, had an accident. Is he okay?" Grace's footsteps halted.

Jake?

"It was a minor injury. Raymond values him greatly. As soon as he recovered, Raymond sent him abroad to oversee a project." "Lucky him."

Grace released her grip on the door handle and stepped back. "My plans got canceled. I'll stay and play with you, ladies."

Some didn't react to her return in time, but Isla had already stood up to vacate her seat. "Then, let's enjoy ourselves. I'll go make coffee." The heiress of the Lewis family was not someone she could offend.

Grace sat across from Priscilla. "I've met the other ladies before, but I don't believe we've met. Which family are you from?"

Priscilla didn't directly answer. "Just call me Aunt Priscilla."

"Do you know Uncle Raymond?"Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Surprised by her address, Priscilla asked, "You call him Uncle Raymond?"

Jean quickly intervened, saying, "This is Grace, the daughter of the Lewis family. She's like Raymond's daughter. Don't you recognize her?"

Priscilla's smile faltered for a moment. "He's mentioned her, but I've never met her. You've grown into quite a beauty, Grace."

Grace pushed a chip into the middle. "He's never mentioned you to me."

She was now sure that this woman was Raymond's mistress, Jake's mother, and the one responsible for destroying Raymond and Hestia's relationship-Priscilla Silas

The room fell silent for a moment. Priscilla calmly placed a chip on Grace's "We didn't know each other before, but we do now. Just call me Aunt Priscilla. If you don't want to, it's okay."

She was quite confident.

Years of Raymond indulging her had made her so.