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As Selina watched the interaction between the two, she grew anxious again.
Just like that, Rosalynn and Gail were so much closer.
ALL because of dessert?
Was this the affinity with blood relationships?
Uneasiness crept through her.
After two mouthfuls of mousse cake, Rosalynn felt a slight discomfort in her stomach.
“Excuse me for a moment. I need to go to the restroom.”
“Do you want me to go with you?” Lyndon asked, already standing up.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll go by myself.” Rosalynn politely declined.
Lyndon hesitated for a moment, then pointed out the direction of the restroom.
With a smile, Rosalynn stood up and walked towards it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen she passed a corner, a few people came over to her.
The man leading the small group looked to be in his fifties. His hair was well-combed, and he was
wearing a crisp suit.
His face darkened at the sight of Rosalynn.
“It’s you!”
Rosalynn barely paid him attention. She blinked her eyes at the gloomy-looking man. His gaze on her
was murderous, as if he was watching an enemy.
Nonplussed, she tried to recall who this man was.
The name that surfaced filled her with cold indifference. The man was Ballard Morgan, Brylee’s father.
In the past, Brylee had been hostile to her because of Harlan.
Brylee had even poured acid on her. If it hadn’t been for Barlow, she didn’t know what would have
happened to her.
In the end, Brylee’s face had gotten disfigured, and she was imprisoned for assault.
She simply got what was coming. Karma was quick to punish her.
Now, Ballard had the audacity to look at Rosalynn as if she were the villain. Was he blaming her for
what had happened to Brylee?
Not that she cared. She gave him the barest of nods, then kept walking.
Ballard watched her movements with cold eyes.
Turning to his assistant, he said, “Is S.W. Studio taking part in the Skrix Museum project?”
“Yes, Mr. Morgan,” the assistant confirmed after flipping through some documents.
Hatred flashed in Ballard’s eyes.
That bitch had caused his daughter so much harm. He really wanted to kill her right at this moment.
Meanwhile, Rosalynn brushed off the encounter, paying it little mind.
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In the restroom, she stared at her own reflection.
The face that looked back at her held so much resemblance to Gail.
Could the two of them be related?
Should she try and find out?
She washed her hands and then dried them, walking out when she was done.
As soon as she returned to her seat, she noticed that Gail’s face had suddenly changed.
“I feel so itchy,” she said. “Is there mango in this mousse?”
Stunned, Selina looked at Lyndon.
“Lyndon, you ordered this. You know that she is allergic to mangoes.”
He frowned. “I didn’t order mango mousse.”
“It’s not mango mousse? Then why is she having a reaction? There aren’t any mangoes in the other
dishes either.” Selina said.
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