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

are? How do you know me?”

“Gregory Ford.” He straightened up, shedding his carefree demeanor as he

introduced himself and then, with a nod, said, “Mrs. Ferguson, until we meet

again.”

Without another word, he walked away, only to grab Dorothy, the heiress with

a penchant for trouble, by her ponytail. “Dorothy, with your kind of brains, not

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knowing the main player from the sideline, maybe try not being a mistress,”

he quipped with mean sarcasm.

Dorothy furrowed her brows in anger. “What do you mean, Greg?”

“If I hear that disgusting term from you again, I’m sending you back home

tonight,” Gregory warned before letting her go, casting a meaningful glance

back at me as if he was about to reveal the truth to his “girl,” but instead, he

just smirked, “That’s why you’re called dumb.”

I was surprised. A quick mental rundown of RiverCity’s elite didn’t place him

anywhere, and there he was, dressed down and fitting in effortlessly at

Gladys’ 80th birthday bash.

Just then, my phone rang.

“Where are you?” Bryant’s indifferent voice came through.

I smirked, “Ground floor, by the restroom. Just watched your ‘mistress’ and

‘the other woman’ showdown.”

“What mistress? I’m coming to you!” Bryant’s tone grew colder, and soon

enough, he found me.

Hiding my feelings, I smiled. “We’re getting divorced, Bryant. What’s there to

care about?”

He clenched his jaw. “You do know your place, don’t you?”

With that, he took my arm. “Come, let’s go and wish Gladys a happy

birthday.”

“Okay.” It didn’t m

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