Chapter 90

A car pulled up outside. Rachel and the oteir way outside.

Sanderson shot Lorna a meaningful glance. With a quiet understanding, she took Cordelia by the hand and led her upstairs. Once they entered Cordelia’s bedroom, Lorna pointed at a dress laid out on the bed. “Wear this. tonight, okay?”

It just didn’t seem right to entertain guests in a school uniform.

Cordelia didn’t fuss and slipped into the long–sleeved white dress that cinched at the waist. The dress was simple, something for everyday wear.

But on Cordelia, the dress took on a new life, making Lorna do a double–take.

Lorna always knew her daughter was beautiful, but accustomed as she was to seeing Cordelia in sweatpants or a school uniform, this sudden transformation was startling.

With her hair pulled back into a high ponytail, Cordelia followed Lorna back downstairs.

They had just reached the top of the stairs when they heard Steward’s voice booming from below, “Mr. Wallace, your presence graces our humble abode!”

A somewhat grating voice replied, “Mr. Delaney, you flatter me. We’re all businessmen here just for the money.”

Cordelia wasn’t particularly concerned with the guests. Her mind was on which set of problems to tackle after dinner, now that her homework was done.

Descending the staircase, she noticed a man standing next to Rachel who bore a slight resemblance to her, probably her elder brother, Jimmy Smith.

Beside Jimmy stood a man of average build with small eyes and a perpetual smile, dressed in a suit and looking to be in his late twenties

Something about his gaze made Cordelia uneasy. Although he bore the same name as Calvert, he didn’t possess the warmth that Little Fang inherently had.

However, upon seeing Cordelia, Calvert lit up his eyes and inquired, “And who might this be?”

Sanderson stepped forward, positioning himself between Cordelia and Calvert, and introduced them briefly. “Mr. Wallace, this is my wife and daughter. Shall we proceed to dinner?”

past Sanderson to Cordelia behind him,

dinner table, Steward offered his seat to the guest, “Please, take the head of the table,

“You are the elder, and besides, this is your house. Ill be fine anywhere.”

took

engaged in business talk, Cordelia

enjoying two pieces, she reached for a third when Calvert interrupted, “Ms. Delaney seems to have quite the appetite for the roast

to eat her third piece,

over the table for a few awkward

Mr. Wallace is talking to you. It’s rude to ignore him, you

up, puzzled, as if only now realizing she was being addressed. “Oh,” she said, “It

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helped herself to

were just about to steer the conversation elsewhere when Rachel, noticing Calvert’s fixated gaze on Cordelia,

heavily

turned stormy. With guests in the house, they both shot Rachel a look of

“It’s just serving a

interjected, “The dish is closer

was caught off guard, “How could

not?” Lorna retorted.

Juliana is

a guest, what does being engaged have to do with

could be so sharp with words. As she tried to formulate a response, Calvert laughed, “That

the subject, defusing the

the end, the night wound down pleasantly, with everyone feeling

seeing Calvert off, Jimmy, on his way out, remarked with a grin, “Steward, if it weren’t for Rachel’s sake, I wouldn’t have brought you into this investment. Mr. Wallace also mentioned he’ll only accept up to a

the living room, Steward pondered the

frowned, “It just

indecisive in business. Mr. Wallace has connections. Even Hackett treads carefully around him. How

I’m having reservations about this. A hundred million is our whole stake. Betting

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