Renee was Phineus' daughter. She had fallen in love with Landon when she was nineteen, and Landon had just gone through his divorce at the time. He didn't have any children, but he was still older than her by at least two decades.
Phineus didn't want to interfere with his daughter's love life, but he especially didn't want her to marry some businessman who was so much older than she was.
However, Renee was so intent on marrying him that Phineus disowned her.
That was also why Renee had never gone back to the Zeigler family. Not many outsiders knew of the relationship between Landon's wife and the Zeigler family.
Landon had never disappointed Renee either and had been wholly faithful to her since day one.
Renee gave birth rather young and she had always been pampered by Landon. Therefore, she had nothing to worry about and her skin was still fair and plump. She even looked like a young woman, and no one could really tell that she was already over thirty.
Cooper smiled at Renee. “You look so young, Mrs. Lebon. You look like you could be the same age as my sister.”
“Oh, stop joking! She's only twenty or so, right? I'm already thirty-six,” Renee said wryly, but the bright smile on her face said otherwise.
Nathalia had been playing with her phone the moment she walked in.
As they spoke, Cooper sneakily baited some answers out of Renee, but he was disappointed.
Jermaine had never brought Genevieve up to Renee. As for Landon, he used to be a shareholder of Central Group and recognized Genevieve, so he had talked about Genevieve to Renee a couple of times.
Cooper wondered why Jermaine wanted him to bring Genevieve over to the Lebon family mansion.
Renee looked at Nathalia's elegant side profile and turned to look at her husband as if she wanted to say something, but since Cooper was still there, she fell silent.
They continued chatting idly when Yuvan arrived.
“Hi, Renee.”
“Yuvan! You're here,” Renee hurriedly greeted as she stood up to meet him.
Renee had been on good terms with her siblings since she was a child. Despite having been disowned by her father, she still remained as close as ever with her siblings.
Whenever Yuvan was in Jadeborough, he would come to visit his sister.
“This painting arrived at my gallery this morning. I'm pretty free today so I decided to send it over.” Yuvan placed the painting by the wall.
“We're having roast duck today. You should stay for lunch,” Renee said as she took off his coat for him and hung it up. “We have some guests today. Let me introduce you.”
As Renee spoke, Yuvan had already caught sight of the familiar faces in the living room. “No need for that. I know them.”
Renee paused in surprise. “You do?”
“Hello, Mr. Zeigler,” Cooper greeted with a helpless smile. “I recall saying I would treat you to a meal when you're free, but I didn't expect us to meet at your sister's house today.”
If Yuvan hadn't visited, Cooper probably wouldn't have remembered that he was even related to Renee.
“No worries. There's no rush. We can have the meal some other time,” Yuvan replied politely as he glanced at the living room only to see Nathalia on the couch staring at her phone.
Renee took the painting out from its plastic wrap and wanted to hang it in the living room.
Yuvan volunteered to help since he had nothing else to do.
Nathalia was beginning to feel bored and walked outside with her phone in hand. “I'm going out for a walk,” she informed.
After hanging up the painting for his sister, Yuvan went to wash his hands. Instead of returning to the living room, however, he walked out.
Cooper saw him and narrowed his eyes.
Yuvan looked around and finally found Nathalia sitting on the hanging chair in the garden. She would occasionally bounce the tips of her toes against the ground so that the chair would swing back and forth lightly, all the while keeping her eyes on her phone.
After hesitating for a moment, he walked over and stood in front of her.
“Hello, Ms. Rachford.”
He thought Nathalia was just another pretty girl who had somehow inspired him that one time. After Herbert's birthday party, he decided not to use her as his model since she didn't particularly move him.
However, her outfit from yesterday at the police station had struck his heart like lightning.
The only light that was on was the feeble glow of the wall lamp. Since Nathalia hadn't had any clothes that she could change into, she had fallen asleep with just a towel around her. After tossing and turning around in her sleep, the towel had unwrapped itself and was barely hanging on her torso and hips.
She was curled up in a deep sleep. Her pitch black hair and pale skin were unknowingly seducing Armand.
Could it be?
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