A mistress confronting her successor—I felt like I was in a daytime drama,

and all I could do was laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

Just as my laughter faded, a muffled snicker echoed from behind me. I spun

around, my heart skipping a beat, only to meet the gaze of a man with a

naughty smile and a leather jacket, leaning casually against the wall. “Mrs.

Ferguson’s taste in drama is… unique,” he remarked, with a hint of mischief in

his eyes.

Caught eavesdropping, I felt a twinge of guilt, but it quickly dissipated. “Aren’t

you doing the same?” I retorted.

The man smiled. “I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

“Well, you have now.” Our banter was cut short as I scrutinized him. “And you

How do

shedding his carefree demeanor as

himself and then, with a nod, said,

again.”

he walked away, only to grab Dorothy,

trouble, by her ponytail. “Dorothy,

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player from the sideline, maybe try not being a

with

in anger. “What do you

disgusting term from you again, I’m

Gregory warned before letting her

was about to reveal the truth to his

smirked, “That’s why you’re

quick mental rundown of RiverCity’s elite didn’t place

he was, dressed down and fitting in effortlessly

Gladys’ 80th birthday bash.

my

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