The Queen They Buried

Chapter 297

Kurtis chuckled and ushered her into the car, running his tongue along his molars with a sly grin, appreciating her quick wit

Kurtis had been surprisingly well. He behaved during the ride, not saying or doing anything out of line. Just as they were nearing their destination, Aubree suddenly heard him say, “I heard tonight’s party will have a special guest.

“He’s from Rithol City. Ms. Miller, I’m sure you know him. His name is Bowen Turner.”

That name was sensitive. Aubree’s head snapped up. She thought, ‘Bowen is here, too?‘

Kurtis looked at Aubree and said, “You know, you don’t need to be so on guard with me. I’m dead serious about this partnership.”

Kurtis suddenly reached out as if he wanted to touch Aubree’s face, but she swiftly dodged. “Mr. Carr,” she said coolly, “if you give me what I want, we may have more chances to work together, but as for anything more, sorry, I’m neither willing nor able to offer.”

Kurtis’s hand hung in the air for a moment before he withdrew it with a sheepish smile. “Ms. Miller, I merely wanted your company at the party. Nothing more,” he said.

pulled to a stop. Kurtis offered his hand, inviting her to alight, but Aubree made her utter disgust clear. Gathering her skirt, she stepped out on her own. ‘Maybe this entire scheme was

Aubree’s retreating figure. The driver,

spitting image, isn’t she? Even more so than her

involuntary shiver,

ship was a world unto itself–extravagant, resplendent, and utterly intoxicating. No adjective seemed too much to capture its splendor. The place buzzed with

trailed a few steps behind Kurtis as he

adaptable, Aubree figured she might as well go with the flow since she didn’t know what Kurtis was up to. With so many high–profile guests at the party, it was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. With practical ease,

nothing to scoff at among this crowd. Moreover, the projects she was handling had limitless potential, making many eager to network with her. After

but laugh in exasperation as he watched Aubree in her element. ‘Of course,‘ he thought, ‘anyone who could break free from the Wilson family’s control and build such a vast business empire was never going to

“Mr. Turner is here.”

what do you think about the collaboration we discussed last

her gaze locked precisely with Bowen’s. Trailing behind him, Kelvin was utterly flabbergasted. ‘Wait… Miss Miller? What’s she