If she could also earn Mr. Walden’s approval, her achievements would surpass even Mrs. Nora’s.
Rachel had barely stepped out of her car when another vehicle pulled up in front of the auction house.
The crowd glanced at the ostentatious license plate—three eights in a row—and collectively drew sharp breaths.
“Hey, isn’t that Neville’s car?”
“Neville? Who’s that? I’ve never heard of him.”
“The Connolly family’s business has always been overseas. It’s not strange if you haven’t heard of them. Neville only started working here this year, and word is, he’s just as formidable as the O’Brien Group.”
“Too bad he’s been secretly married for a while now—and already has a kid, or I’d be thinking of introducing my daughter to him.”
“Secretly married? Didn’t Haynes do the same? Is keeping marriage a trend now?”
“Trend? Please. People who hide their marriages either have something to be ashamed of or want to keep something in the dark. In a normal family, who’d hide their wife and kids?”
While the crowd gossiped, a pale, elegant hand slipped into Neville’s.
At the same moment, a slender, shapely leg in a stiletto heel emerged from the car, capturing everyone’s attention.
A hush fell as they watched, jaws tightened. Just seeing that leg was enough to send imaginations racing—if her legs were so stunning, just how beautiful must the woman herself be?
Moments ago, everyone’s attention had been on Rachel, but now all eyes flicked to the car, breath held, eager for a glimpse of the mysterious woman.
Slowly, she stepped out. She wore a sky-blue, form-fitting evening gown that accentuated her tall, graceful figure and dignified poise.
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