In the Lap of Luxury

It was normal that Priscilla didn't know Grace. In this circle, the line between the original wife and the mistress was clear. Men were smart. They knew who could be brought out in front of whom and who couldn't.

Although Raymond and Hestia had divorced long ago, he had never given Priscilla a title in all these years.

She could only mingle in the circles of these wealthy ladies because of Jake and a lot of money.

Others respected her for two reasons. Firstly, because Hestia was aloof and never participated in their activities. Secondly, they speculated whether Jake would ascend to power and hence give her a boost in

status.

"Oh, Aunt Priscilla. I'll address you as you wish for Uncle Raymond's sake," Grace responded casually.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

It wasn't for Priscilla. It was for Raymond.

Priscilla wasn't angry. "I've heard about you from Jake."

"What did he say about me?"

"He said you were the Lewis family's youngest daughter and that you are bold and charming. He really likes you."

Grace suddenly felt disgusted. "But I don't really remember him. I just remember that... he was chubby, overdressed, and not taller than five feet two. He's very much like you, Aunt Priscilla."

This statement made Priscilla's face darken. "You've mistaken him. My Jake is well-known for his looks."

Jean hurriedly intervened to smooth things over. "Yes, Grace, I've met Jake before. He's about five feet ten. There aren't many who can match him in our circle."

Grace lifted her gaze. "How about compared to Xander?"

At the mention of that name, Jean stiffened. "Well, naturally, Jake falls short."

This was an acknowledged fact in the circle.

Xander's looks were outstanding, and he had achieved a double doctorate degree at 18 years old. Now, he was even in charge of the Fulton Group. Jake was nothing compared to him.

Grace smiled faintly at Jean. "So, you do have eyes, Mrs. Jones. Otherwise, I would have thought Mr. Jones had abandoned his original wife and married a blind and ignorant lady."

Jean, who had also been a mistress,

was particularly close to Priscilla. Feeling embarrassed by being

exposed she didn't dare vent heret

frustration and could only endure it silently. The gap between the Jones and Lewis families was

insurmountable.

Priscilla put another chip in the middle. "Looks can't feed you. Capability is what matters."

"True." Grace followed suit. "Jake

has been demoted to Pamore. I'm stationed there regularly. If there's anything he needs help with, you can tell him to come find me anytime, Aunt Priscilla."

Priscilla tightened her grip on her cards, squinting at the sharp-tongued woman before her.

The confidence Grace had because of her family background was something that other ladies didn't have.

When Isla returned with coffee, she sensed the tense atmosphere. She knew something was wrong. "Were you guys just chatting? Haven't you finished one round?" Grace happened to reveal her cards. She had a royal flush.

"Sorry, Aunt Priscilla. The chips are mine."

They agreed to leave after Grace played two rounds, but Victor had waited outside for a whole hour without seeing her.

He was getting impatient and sent her a message. "What game is taking so long?"

There was no response.

Victor didn't want to go back and find her. He found conversationsz with these wealthy ladies tiresome. Just as he was about to leave, he ran into a man, who was entering the place.

The quiet ambiance of the pavilion was perfect for discussions. Xander had arranged to meet a new material supplier there. "What a coincidence." Victor approached him.

"You're alone?"

Victor briefly explained the situation and complained immediately. "She's probably gotten carried away with the game. She's still inside." Xander smiled and instructed his new secretary to go ahead and entertain the client. "I'll go take a look."