"Are you going to see Mr. Duval? He's currently in a meeting but you can wait for him upstairs." The receptionist gave her access to the elevator. She took a look and was surprised.
This person seemed to know her relationship with Rickard, so they weren't secret lovers.
"Can I ask you a question?" Hestia suddenly leaned closer. That was the first time the receptionist saw her face at such a close distance. It was also the first time she realized how beautiful she was. Hestia was in a bright red outfit that day. The color wouldn't look nice on most people, but it suited her perfectly.
It was as though this bright red was the only color that could match her personality.
She didn't have a lot of jewelry on and only wore simple makeup, yet she looked like a beautiful painting.
The receptionist blushed. Hestia realized she was too close, so she backed away a little and the receptionist pressed her lips together. "You can call me Ginny. What was your question? I swear I'll tell you every detail I know…"
"Oh, it's nothing serious. I just want to know that about me and Rickard—um, Mr. Duval. What were we?"
"What?" Ginny didn't expect that question and didn't know what she meant. She hesitated then awkwardly said, "You and Mr. Duval had Young Master Duval together."
Hestia was stunned.
Renfrew… was her son?
Hestia had a story in mind, something along the lines of a stepmother in a rich family, but she was actually Renfrew's mother?
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