My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 221

Blaze scooped a bowl of chicken soup and placed it in front of Rebekah.

"Rebekah, we've wrapped up our business in The Capital. Say your proper goodbyes to your friends here. After tomorrow, we won't be coming back very often."

He said this deliberately, aiming the words right at Jensen Hawthorne.

Rebekah was now the cherished princess of the Powell family; she wasn't someone Jensen could just casually string along.

Sitting nearby, soaking in the drama, Quentin Quinn finally couldn't help but look at Rebekah.

"Are you seriously the Powell family's long-lost daughter?"

Rebekah nodded.

Quentin pressed on, "And you're leaving The Capital tomorrow?"

She nodded again.

Quentin set down his silverware, looking at her with an exaggerated pout.

"Rebekah, we've known each other for a while now. I'd say we're friends, right? How could you not even give me a heads-up that you were leaving?"

"I just didn't have the time," she replied.

Quentin pointed an accusatory finger at Jensen. "Then why did you bring Jensen along for a farewell dinner?"

"What farewell dinner? It's not like we're never going to see each other again."

Rebekah's brow furrowed as she looked at Quentin.

Realizing he had misspoken, Quentin caught Jensen's dark, murderous glare and lightly slapped his own mouth.

"Alright, alright, my bad."

He let out a dramatic sigh and gave Rebekah a teasing look.

"I was fully expecting you to join our company and become our lead designer. I didn't think you'd just up and leave. What are Jensen and I supposed to do without you?"

Quentin's words suddenly brought the heavy reality of her departure crashing down on the table.

Rebekah offered him a warm smile.

"I'll definitely keep collaborating with your company. Once I open my own studio, I'll still be relying on Mr. Quinn's patronage."

"That goes without saying," Quentin replied, shooting Jensen a pointed, wagging brow.

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