Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327

Her voice was muffled, but you could hear the smile in it,

“However, Professor Shaw, for keeping something this big from

me… you’re not getting off scot–free.”

Hearing the playfulness in her voice, Adrian felt a weight lift

from his chest. He chuckled softly and played along, asking,

“Oh?

How do you plan to punish me?”

“I’ll save it for later.”

“Alright.”

The two of them walked hand in hand for a while longer before

Rebecca finally spoke.

“You still haven’t asked me what was in that box I received at

the banquet.”

Adrian looked at him, his eyes full of trust.

“You’ll tell me even if I don’t ask, right?”

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“Of course.”

Rebecca thought for a moment, tilting her head.

“Are you free the day after tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

For her, he was always free.

Rebecca smiled. “Then come with me somewhere the day after

tomorrow, and I’ll tell you then.”

The day after tomorrow.

It was Leo’s death anniversary.

She needed to be clear with Adrian, and she needed to be clear

with this chaotic part of her past.

The next afternoon, at The Sovereign Club.

The salon’s atmosphere was elegant and private, more like a

top–tier private academic exchange.

Soft light shone on the precious artworks in glass display

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cases, while well–dressed guests held champagne, talking in

low voices, their gazes filled with appreciation and admiration.

The air was filled with a unique blend of erudition and wealth.

Edward was undoubtedly the most dazzling person in the room.

He was wearing a well–fitted dark gray suit, his posture relaxed

and elegant, accompanying several key bank directors and

internationally renowned art appraisers, speaking in front of the

central display case.

He was engrossed in conversation until he noticed everyone

around him turn to look at Roderick entering, and only then did

he stop.

Edward’s words faltered slightly, the composed smile on his

face didn’t fade, but a flicker of displeasure and vigilance

flashed deep in his eyes.

Roderick’s arrival was like a piece of ice suddenly dropped into

a calm lake, instantly shattering the harmonious and gentle

atmosphere of the venue.

Roderick wasn’t deliberately conspicuous; he simply strolled in,

his sharply tailored black suit a stark contrast to the soft tones

of the event.

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His expression was cold, his gaze sharp as a torch. He didn’t

look around, yet it was as if he had already seen everything,

walking precisely toward the inner circle where Edward and the

bankers stood.

Wherever he passed, conversations involuntarily quieted down,

and an invisible pressure spread through the air.

“Mr. Livingston?”

Edward was the first to speak, his tone maintaining the perfect

amount of surprise and courtesy. “What a pleasant surprise. I

didn’t expect you’d be interested in this kind of salon.”

He was trying to regain control of the rhythm, defining

Roderick’s appearance as a surprise rather than a disruption.

Roderick stopped in front of them, first giving a slight nod to

the puzzled bankers. His manners were impeccable, yet carried

a detached authority.

Finally, he turned his gaze to Edward, his eyes calm and

unrippled, as if looking at an ordinary object.

“Not particularly.”

Roderick’s voice was low and steady, betraying no emotion. “I

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was just passing by and remembered that Aitana Wilson

seemed to have some interest in collecting Nordic

contemporary art.”

He turned his gaze to Aitana. “A private museum is currently

negotiating a touring exhibition of some smaller works by

Vermeer and Munch. I have some connections with the

organizers. If you’re interested, Aitana, perhaps a private, non-

public viewing could be arranged beforehand.”

Aitana’s eyes instantly lit up.

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