The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 77

There were all kinds of questions like "Who is she? Why is Mr. Beaumont calling her 'mentor'? Is she the heiress of some powerful family? Does anyone know her? What's her relationship with Mr. Beaumont? What kind of 'mentor'? Is it some sort of pet name between lovers or something?"

The guests started discussing in hushed tones, most speculating about Paisley's identity and her connection to Nathaniel. Of course, not everyone was confused. Those who had been at the stables earlier, Nathaniel and Dominick's old schoolmates, already had some idea.

But even they couldn't hide their surprise. Sure, they knew Paisley was a world champion in equestrian sports, and they knew Nathaniel wanted to become her student. Still, seeing it play out like this caught them off guard.

One of them thought, 'So Nathaniel really is serious about becoming her student. It's not just talk. But...over horse riding? Isn't this a bit much?'

Nathaniel ignored the stares and whispers from the crowd, striding over to Paisley without a care. "Why are you only getting here now, Ms. Sutton? And why are you standing here all alone? Why didn't you come find me?"

and the fact that she was Nathaniel's guest, she figured she had to give the guy at

this one more time. I am not your mentor. I don't have the time to teach you horseback riding. You'd better find someone else." She paused, glanced up to meet his gaze, and continued firmly,

than a full head. As she leaned forward and tilted her head up, her gaze landed on his

Sutton, don't be so cold-hearted," he said with a playful tone. "I'm serious about making you my

Nathaniel could pull off acting playful,

amused looks from those nearby, Paisley felt a headache coming on. "I said no more calling me your mentor, and I won't be accepting your next invitation either," she said flatly. Inwardly, she groaned, 'Good grief, I thought this would just be a

the distance, Dominick stood with a glass of wine in hand, his fingers tightening until his knuckles turned faintly white. His expression was unreadable, but Marissa caught every subtle reaction. She hadn't missed the flash of amazement and infatuation in his eyes the moment he saw Paisley. Marissa chuckled softly and casually remarked to Alexis, who was standing beside her, "Looks like Nathaniel's really into Ms. Sutton. He's ignoring all of us just

Here we all are, and yet we don't seem to matter as