Revenge On Her Ex After Rebirth

Chapter 960

Chapter 960 Encounter at the Banquet

On the stage, the spotlight followed Doyle and Besse's figures as they received continuous applause

from the audience. The two of them stood at the forefront of the stage, bowing in gratitude. The position

where they stood was very close to Oscar and Theodore, almost close enough to feel each other's

breaths.

"I never thought that designers are both lookers," Theodore whispered.

Oscar didn't respond. His eyes were fixed on the two people on stage. He kept his gaze on the woman

standing there. Without ever seeing her before, however, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her.

Her smile was enchanting and it stirred something within him, but he knew it wasn't a big deal since it

was just a feeling. It wasn't really about her anyway.

After their performance ended and they took their final bow. Oscar was stunned at the instant they

turned around. Theodore could feel Oscar's change, which was too conspicuous to ignore.

"Oscar?" Theodore called him in a low tone. He was worried about him, who was tense with shock,

according to his expression and his body.

"What happened?" asked Theodore, nervous. He hadn't seen Oscar being like this for long. Even

though anything terrible happened to Oscar, he always dealt with them peacefully alone. Theodore was

wondering whether nothing for Oscar was important anymore, since he had a feeling that if Oscar

couldn't address some issues, he would let go. But that was just the way hoe he felt. The truth was

Oscar had never failed to solve any problems, like a numb machine that would never have a sense of

accomplishment. But he was different at this moment.

There were intense emotions in him showing on the surface.

Theodore followed his gaze, and the next second, he was startled while seeing the back of the woman

on the stage.

How came she looked so much like Hannah?

This silhouette reminded him vividly of their last encounter at Kensbury City during Celina's new

product launch event. If not for seeing her face earlier today, he would have mistaken her for Hannah.

No wonder why Oscar reacted so strongly! The woman who had taken root in his heart appeared

before him again, but it was clear that they weren't the same person. It was just someone with a similar

back view. Theodore's throat tightened as he pulled out his phone and sent a message.

"Find all the information on Karami's designer, Besse."

"Got it!" came the reply.

As Theodore finished sending the message, the designer had taken her final bow and left. The fashion

show was over, and the lights came up as staff invited all guests to attend an evening banquet.

Everyone orderly filed out except for Oscar, who remained seated staring at where Besse had been on

stage.

Her back view lingered in his mind like an unshakable memory.

"Oscar," Theodore finally spoke up after everyone else had left, "everyone has gone."

"Do you think she looked like her?" Oscar asked quietly.

Theodore pursed his lips, unsure of how to answer without hurting him further.

"Why don't we go see for ourselves?" he suggested instead.

Oscar looked at him with a hint of hopefulness in his eyes.

"I've arranged to meet Doyle early." Theodore continued, "We might run into Besse again."

Oscar nodded silently but tightly clenched fists, which betrayed how much he wanted this meeting to

happen. Theodore led Oscar through Karami's banquet hall under full escort by the staff members.

The room was filled with people of high status and wealth. Of course, no one here could compare to

Oscar's prestige in Northfield. Everyone noticed when he arrived, and many approached him offering

drinks or conversation but were politely turned away by Theodore, who explained that they were only

attending as Karami's guests today and hoped not to be disturbed during their private time together.

Other guests respected their wishes, but would still greet them respectfully whenever they passed by

each other inside the hall.

Inside the banquet hall, Susan was eating pastries with Salem and Una, while watching Oscar and

Theodore from afar. She muttered, "I thought Oscar would just attend the event and leave. I can't

believe he's staying for the banquet."

"He probably has some official business to attend to," Manuel said beside her.

"With whom?" Susan looked confused.

Manuel sighed. Didn't he tell her before that Karami's boss had a special identity?

"But I didn't the boss." Susan looked around but couldn't find Queen Carol.

"Doyle," Manuel said, "He's the queen's son."

"What?!" Susan exclaimed loudly. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Watch your tone." Manuel reminded her about prenatal education.

Her scream caught everyone's attention. Susan felt embarrassed. She cleared her throat and said, "So

Doyle is a prince."

"Yes," Manuel replied calmly.

"No wonder he looks so different from others." Susan commented, "There are plenty of good-looking

people out there but it's rare to find someone who is both good-looking and exudes such an aristocratic

aura."

"Auntie, is it okay for you to talk about other men in front of Uncle Manuel like this?" Salem couldn't

help but interrupt them.

Susan quickly explained herself, "Of course I only love you; I only appreciate others' beauty."

Manuel ignored them both as they continued eating cake together.

"Jealous?" asked Susan.

"No." Answered Manuel, expressionless.

"Come on, you're jealous. Open your mouth, feed you some cake!"

Manuel made no response.

"Oh, stop being so petty. Come on, open your mouth." Susan offered the cake beside his mouth.

Manuel eventually gave in to her kindness by opening his mouth. They appeared to be a sweet couple

but they seemed to forget the two kids with them.

"Sal, can we go get more cake?" Una whispered while holding Salem's hand tightly so as not to disturb

their elders' lovey-dovey moment.

Salem watched as his godparents continued their sweet exchange before leading Una away towards

another area, where there were more exquisite cakes.

Manuel noticed that they left but since they hadn't gone far enough out of sight yet, he wasn't worried

about any potential danger at this eventful place. Thus, he allowed them space to play on their own

without being constantly monitored or hovered over by adults nearby.

The two siblings arrived at an area filled with delicate pastries on display.

"I want that pink one." Una pointed eagerly with small feet while trying hard to reach it. Salem was

slightly taller than her but he couldn't reach the cake on the table either.

"Is this what you want?!" Suddenly, a sweet and gentle female voice sounded beside them.