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.

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

retreating figure. The driver, unable to resist,

murmured, “She’s the spitting image, isn’t she? Even

driver gave an involuntary shiver, his skin prickling with

itself–extravagant, resplendent, and utterly intoxicating. No adjective seemed too much to capture its splendor.

steps behind Kurtis as he guided

the flow since she didn’t know what Kurtis was up to. With so many high–profile guests at the party,

business standing was nothing to scoff at among this crowd. Moreover, the projects she was handling had limitless

could break free from the Wilson family’s control and build such a vast business empire was never

“Mr. Turner is here.”

you think about

entrance to the party hall suddenly buzzed with excitement. Instinctively, Aubree looked over. Across the crowd, her gaze locked precisely with Bowen’s.