The chauffeur slammed the brakes abruptly and stared dumbfounded at Rachel in the rearview mirror.

Rachel raised her arm and nonchalantly ruffled her wavy,

shoulder–length hair. Then, she said with a straight face, “Pull over somewhere.”

“Okay.”

The chauffeur soon found a parking lot. After pulling over, he walked toward the backseat to open the door for Rachel.

Rachel bent forward and got out of the car. “I’ll go take a breather. Wait for me here.”

“Yes,” the chauffeur assented.

Rachel strutted across the pedestrian crossing and toward Lansen Restaurant in her stilettos. Even she herself didn’t realize that she was subconsciously searching for that tall and burly figure among the crowd. “Rachel Grey!” exclaimed Jane, who was just as stunned as Olivia to see Rachel.

They thought that Rachel, who had left the Smith family, would now be in a pathetic and disheveled state.

expect things to turn out

fabric. It was flashy yet

back, she had a trace of womanly sultriness amidst her cold

was far more stunning than before.

Jane questioned, her

at them indifferently with a trace of

on her

simply everywhere!

you here. Are you here for a meal too?” Olivia asked, holding back some of the jealousy and coldness in

gaze was incredibly morose. “Miss Cruise, did my previous warning fall on

aloof beauty, Olivia’s smile stiffened, and she stood rooted to the ground, not daring to take another step forward.

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