Aiden’s tone was filled with contempt. Previously, he had resented Rebecca for not being worthy of Vance. Now, that hatred had become more concrete because Vance’s collaboration project with Pascal had fallen through.
Rebecca found it puzzling. Why was she being blamed for the project’s failure at all? Had she forced those two to pretend to be a couple?
“You should go back. The Mueller family’s banquet is invitation–only. Each of us has an invitation letter, and you don’t. It would only cause trouble for Vance; he’d have to explain who you are. What if they don’t believe you and refuse you entry? That would embarrass him,” Catherine said with a pleading look, as if entirely considering Vance’s interests.
Aiden snorted, “She’s just afraid Vance will abandon her. He comes to Arelmoor, and she follows. He attends the banquet, and she chases after him. It’s been five years. Doesn’t she care about his well–being at all? All she thinks about is maintaining her status.”
“Don’t say that about Rebecca,” Catherine said, still wearing an innocent expression. “I understand her anxiety. Without Vance, how could she survive? Holding on to him is her only hope. That’s pitiful.”
Aiden was unimpressed. “You’re just too kind–hearted.”
Vance’s voice rang out from behind them. “What are you guys talking about?”
Rebecca was standing just two steps in front of him, but he didn’t realize that the woman in the apricot gown was his wife.
He walked straight toward Catherine, looking over only when he noticed that both Aiden and Catherine were staring in the same direction.
“Rebecca?” His eyes widened, but he quickly regained his composure. “You found your way here? If you had just told me, I would have arranged an extra invitation.”
His words carried a faint reproach that only Rebecca could detect. He was blaming her for rejecting his call and blocking him. And now, she had followed him there.
Aiden firmly took Catherine’s side. “This is our first time dealing with Mr. Mueller, so it wouldn’t be proper to impose it.”
The implication was clear. He was against letting Rebecca go inside.
From a distance, Rebecca spotted Desmond coming out. She was about to say that she had no intention of going in with them, but before she could, Catherine interjected, “Maybe I shouldn’t go in? Let Rebecca take my invitation.”
She was playing the emotion card again, but Rebecca refused flatly. “No need. I’ll go in by myself.”


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