The study was completely silent.
Noelle bit her lower lip, putting on a fragile expression. "Dr. Lockwood, didn’t the butler tell you that no one is allowed to enter Nathaniel’s study without permission?"
Estelle shot her a sidelong glance. "Are you speaking for Nathaniel?"
Noelle looked aggrieved. "I..."
Nathaniel looked up coolly. "What do you need?"
"So you are interested in the Star Group gala too, Mr. Sloan?" Estelle smiled faintly, twirling a curl of her hair around her finger before shooting a glance over at Noelle. "And you’re taking her with you?"
A bad feeling stirred in Noelle’s heart, and she quickly bit her lip.
"Dr. Lockwood, for your information, I’ve been Nathaniel’s date to these events for years. My absence might look bad for Evernight International. Besides, I’m the one who handles all the arrangements for the galas Nathaniel attends. I heard that the Chairman of Star is a woman, and I might be of some help if she and I happen to get along."
After saying that, Noelle shot Estelle a deliberately cautious look and added, seemingly offhandedly, "Besides, I heard that the Chairman of Star admires men who are devoted to just one woman, and since I have been the only woman by Nathaniel’s side all these years, the Chairman might get the wrong impression if his date is suddenly someone else."
It was obvious what she meant.
Noelle was worried that Estelle wanted to attend the gala as Nathaniel’s date, so she had deliberately emphasized that she had been the only woman by his side all these years.
The smile on Estelle’s face slowly turned to ice.
Wasn’t that true?
For years, Nathaniel’s date to all the galas and galas had always been Noelle. Even she, his actual wife, had never had the privilege of attending a gala by his side.
She still remembered their first wedding anniversary.
Thomas Foster would be celebrating his seventieth birthday that day and had specifically invited Nathaniel and his wife.
Out of respect for Horace, Nathaniel had agreed to take Estelle with him.
She had been full of anticipation, but just two hours before the gala, Noelle had sought him out.
Estelle remembered every word Noelle had said that day.
"Nathaniel, the Foster family is taking the old man’s seventieth birthday very seriously. My sister is new to this town. She just came from her old countryside home, so she doesn’t understand the local etiquette, nor does she know anything about perfumes or wine tasting. We can’t afford to let her offend the Fosters...
I’m not saying my sister is a country bumpkin. I’m just worried she won’t fit in. After all, she’s used to living in poverty. It would be terrible if she embarrassed herself at such a grand event.
You know what my sister is like. She definitely can’t handle a gala like this. Nathaniel, please, just think about it."
And just like that, Nathaniel’s date for the evening had been Noelle instead.
Thomas had already announced that Nathaniel would be attending the gala with his wife, so the moment Nathaniel had appeared with Noelle, the hashtag "The President of the Sloan Group and the Heiress of the Lockwood Family: A Perfect Match" had shot to the top of the trending charts.
From then on, Noelle had become known as Nathaniel’s date, while she, his real wife, had remained unknown.
Estelle’s thoughts snapped back to the present, her eyes darkening as she said, "What a strange thing to say, Miss Lockwood. If the President of Star admires devoted men, then you definitely shouldn’t be there as Nathaniel’s date."
Noelle tried to interrupt, but Estelle cut her off, "If I were you, I’d be a little smarter and stay home. You wouldn’t want to be exposed as his mistress in front of hundreds of people, would you? Who do you think would be the most embarrassed then?"
"You..." Noelle’s face turned deathly pale.
She looked furious and flustered, and her eyes reddened.
"Dr. Lockwood, how could you say that? You don’t know anything about us! Nathaniel and I..."
"So what do you propose, Dr. Lockwood?" Nathaniel interrupted coolly, lifting his pale eyes. "Should you be my date instead?"
Noelle’s breath was caught in her throat.
Estelle frowned in disgust.
"Me? No, thank you. Everyone knows what kind of person you are, Mr. Sloan. Being seen with you would hurt my reputation, but I should still offer you a word of advice. Don’t be penny-wise and pound-foolish."
Without another glance, she turned and walked out of the study.
Noelle bit her lower lip. "Nathaniel..."

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