Chapter 115

Cordelia’s normally calm eyes flashed with rare confusion.

Why was Little Fang here?

As she was lost in thought, she heard Fanny exclaim in surprise, “Mr. Wallace?”

Mr. Wallace?

Cordelia blinked, belatedly realizing that Little Fang was the Calvert they were referring to.

But how could this be? Wasn’t he just as poor as Everard?

Even though neither Everard nor Little Fang had ever mentioned it, it was clear that Little Fang was at Everard’s beck and call, and worked daily at the Midnight Scent.

If someone like Little Fang was a person of status, then who on earth was Everard?

Dressed in a suit that cost a small fortune, running the aloof Midnight Scent, spending his days engrossed in ancient poetry and philosophy, what was the true identity of this man who seemed so averse to business?

Sanderson was even more baffled than Cordelia.

He had just walked over when he caught Everard’s remark, “I’m Lia’s boyfriend,” and realized he had mistaken someone else for her beau.

So the man in black, even more outrageous than Calvert, was Lia’s actual boyfriend. Thankfully, he had kept his mouth shut, avoiding a massive blunder. But how did they know Calvert? And they seemed to be on quite friendly terms.

As everyone was bewildered, Fanny furrowed her brows. Mr. Wallace clearly had a special connection with Cordelia, as if he had known her for a while. Was it because she was beautiful that he had taken an interest in

her?

Her gaze flickered, and she hurriedly said, “Mr. Wallace, so you’ve known each other all along. Just now we were jokingly saying Ms. Delaney, as lovely as she is, should get to know you. And then Ms. Delan

mentioned she already had a boyfriend.”

She paused, then added with a laugh, “I was quite puzzled, really. Could her boyfriend possibly be more outstanding than you?”

Any man would bristle at such words.

enough, Calvert’s expression

and our dear Sallie here appreciates the talented, not the

“Mr. Wallace, this gentleman is

in tears. What nonsense was Fanny spouting?

was, after all, his

expression and saw a chilling gaze directed his

that he couldn’t reveal Everard’s identity or Greenmeadow would be in an uproar, His speech faltered, and

Everard suddenly

“Please don’t call me like

his boss was addressing

Chapter 115

now been joined by their menfolk, drawn over by Calvert’s arrival.

at the edge of the gathering, silently observing the storm’s

this man?

Greenmeadow were few, and this

owner of a place called Midnight Scent, just

was taken aback, “What? How did he get in here?”

after seeing Cordelia and

with clenched fists.

Everard? It was absurd that Cordelia spent so much on a suit to make him look

Calvert, but Calvert sure wasn’t happy about it. No

laugh, “That’s not appropriate: Lorna, Cordelia’s boyfriend seems to

glancing back and forth between Everard and Calvert. Why did she feel like the man in Sanderson’s photo

silent, but Cordelia’s brows knitted.

and wouldn’t get upset over a few remarks. Yet for some reason, these taunts aimed at Everard felt

“Judging others so carelessly, I think

quickly retorted, “Indeed, he lacks manners. Do you think Mr. Wallace is someone anyone can just casually

speaking, bolstered by the way Calvert had looked at her differently upon their meeting and even suggesting they might get in touch later, she turned to Calvert, “Mr. Wallace, I’m

began to say,

upon hearing

in frustration, “Right my foot.” After his outburst, he looked at Everard, “He’s my friend.”

hung in the air, and the entire banquet hall

disbelief, “What

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