Chapter 26
Chapter 26
“I didn’t expect you to The manager said.
Jensen glanced up, his gaze calm and steady.
The manager immediately fell silent, then turned to Rebekah with an awkward smile. “I mean… I didn’t expect you to be our 100th guest! Would you like to try your luck at our prize draw?” His grin was so wide it looked sycophantic.
The atmosphere turned a bit strange. It was Jensen who broke the silence, nodding gracefully toward Rebekah.
“You go ahead,” he said, his eyes warm. “I trust your luck p>
Since he’d suggested it, and she had nothing better to do, Rebekah followed the manager.
As he watched them walk away, Jensen frowned, then chuckled to himself. *Quick on his feet.* He took out his phone, typed a few brief instructions, and slipped it back into his pocket.
Moments later, a notification went out to all the guests from the event organizers: *If you see the boss accompanied by a lady in a red dress, you are, under no circumstances, to acknowledge that you know him p>
The attendees exchanged puzzled glances. What kind of game was this big shot playing now?
The prize draw area was surprisingly makeshift, which surprised Rebekah. It seemed far too casual for an event of this scale, almost as if it had been thrown together at the last minute.
The manager smiled at her sheepishly. “This is just a little surprise we arranged. It’s a bit rough around the edges p>
Rebekah lowered her eyes, reached into the box, and pulled out a slip of paper. It was the grand prize. When had her luck ever been this good?
She glanced at the ticket, then gave the manager a bemused smile. “It seems my luck is decent after all. What’s the grand prize p>
The manager beamed. “That’s a secret for now. If you’ll just leave your address, we’ll have it delivered to you personally p>
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How strange. She couldn’t even take the prize home with her. Then again, why would an event of this magnitude try to scam someone with nothing to her name? After a moment’s hesitation, Rebekah gave the manager her address.
When she returned to the main hall, her eyes instinctively searched for Jensen. At nearly six-foot-three, with his striking silver hair, he was easy to spot. He was in the middle of a conversation, his broad shoulders and narrow waist cutting an imposing figure. His expression was cool and aloof, his aura one of cold, aristocratic authority-a world away from the gentle man she knew. The sheer force of his presence was palpable, even from the back.
Could a man like that really have come from an ordinary family?
Pushing the thought aside, Rebekah put on a smile and started walking toward him.
“Rebekah p>
A cold, familiar figure blocked her path. She looked up into the icy glare of Benjamin Forrester.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
Rebekah’s heart clenched. The memory of his chilling expression that night was still fresh. She frowned. “I’m here with a friend,” she said, her voice calm and even. “Are you also attending, Mr. Forrester p>
“A friend?” Benjamin seized on the word, his tone turning colder. “What kind of friend do you have who could get you into an event like this p>
What friends could Rebekah possibly have? For years, she had been a dutiful housewife, never even attending social gatherings. Besides, among all the people she knew, who other than the Forresters had this kind of access? Even he had had to pull strings to get an invitation, all for the chance to meet the head of the Powell family.
“That’s none of your concern, is it?” Rebekah said with a faint smile, wanting to end the conversation. She tried to step around him.