Chapter 12
Chapter 12:
Jayden walked straight to them. He took a look at Annabel but didn’t say anything to her. Instead, he turned to Rupert and Erica and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Jayden Potter, the butler of the Hewitt family. Mr. Hewitt isn’t feeling well, so he sent me to represent him. He sends his apologies and kind wishes p>
Erica stepped forward, shook his hand, and uttered in a hurry, “Is Mr. Hewitt okay p>
Erica and Jayden chatted with each other. It was common knowledge that Leonard and Bruce were very good friends. Back in the day, the Benton family and the Hewitt family dominated the business industry.
However, Leonard suddenly sold his company and retired from the business world many years ago. He hadn’t been in the news ever since. The only thing people heard was that he was traveling the world with his granddaughter. Despite being off the radar, the Hewitt family was still one of the most reputable families in the country.
Jayden brought the gifts Leonard had sent for the Bentons—a world-famous painting, the deed to land worth hundreds of millions in the southern part of the city… The list went on and on.
Leonard was generous. His gifts were often over the top.
Annabel, who didn’t like the Bentons, was unhappy that they got all these gifts from her family.
However, she was grateful that Jayden didn’t come here to expose her real identity. She wanted to leave in three months. If the greedy Erica found out who she truly was, she would refuse to let her go. Perhaps Rupert would even fall in love with her after knowing she was rich.
Just as Annabel was lost in thought, Heather’s friend asked, “The Hewitt family is so generous. That reminds me, Heather. You once met Leonard’s granddaughter at a fashion show, didn’t you p>
One of the greatest mysteries currently was the identity of Leonard’s beloved granddaughter. There had been speculations about her. No outsider knew her name, let alone her looks.
“Oh, yeah! She’s very beautiful and kind,” Heather replied.
“I remember that she gave you her number. She also said that she will visit you when she comes to Douburgh,” another of Heather’s friends commented.
“Wow! Heather, you are awesome p>
Annabel raised her eyebrows and stared at Heather with a look of disbelief. Once she noticed her gaze, Heather frowned deeply.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Annabel p>
“Did you really meet Leonard’s granddaughter?” asked Annabel.
“Uh-huh!” Heather nodded, folding her arms defensively.
“What? Are you envious of Heather? You might also be surnamed Hewitt, but you are just some country bumpkin!” one of Heather’s friends said condescendingly.
These words made Annabel smile, but she said nothing.
When Heather saw her smile, she became confused. Why was Annabel smiling? Did she know that her meeting the young heiress was just one big lie? But how would she know that? Perhaps she was just overthinking things.
As Heather tried to ward off her unnerving thoughts, Annabel shook her head and walked away with a smirk.
Something didn’t feel right. Heather was certain that there was no way Annabel had seen through her lie, but she couldn’t help feeling flustered for some reason. She became even more annoyed.
“She’s too arrogant for a pauper,” she muttered, glaring at Annabel’s back.
In that moment of annoyance, an idea came to Heather’s mind. Her lips curved up in a vicious smile.