Chapter 51
Noticing that Dominick’s gare had been fixed on the group stepping out of the business car. Alexis couldn’t hold back her curiosity and asked, “Who is she? Which family does she belong to? I don’t think I’ve seen her before”
Since thes all attended the same school–except for rare cases like Marissa and Julian–their families were typically of similar social standing, Everyone within their circle either knew or heard of each other. That was why Paisley’s appearance was such an anomaly.
At this momem, Marissa couldn’t have been more relieved that Dominick had never introduced Paisley to the public. Everyone knew he had a mysterious ex–wife, but no one had any idea what she looked like.
Maria noticed someone looking their way, especially the tall, bmail–shouldered man standing in the center. His furrowed brow and icy stare were intimidating. She turned to Paisley and asked. “Who’s that guy, Paisy? Do you know him!“
As Mana spoke, she carried Serena closer to Paisley Serena, with her sharp linte eyes, immediately spotted Dominick and Grayson.
Tugging on Paisley s sleeve with her small, chubby hand, Serena whispered, “Mommy, it’s the scary guy and Grayson” Paisley had taught Serena not to speak loudly in public so her soft voice was only audible to their small group
With a nod. Paisley gave a brief look toward the group. “Hmm. No idea who he is. I never seen him before, she replied coolly, addressing Maria but making sure her words carried to Dominick and Marissa
other.
- r. Without missing a beat, she turned and headed toward
Paisleys intent was clear–stay out of my way, and we’ll pretend we don’t know each ot the hotel lobby.
Her indifference and denial made Dominick’s expression darken even further.
David cautiously approached Dominick and asked, “Was that lady also with your group, Mr. Vanderbilt?” After all, the vehicles had arrived one after the other, and Dominick’s eyes had been on Paisley since she stepped out of the car
But before David could say anything else. Dominick’s frostier–than–ice glare stopped him in his tracks. “No idea. Never seen her before” Dominick replied through gritted teeth, his words biting
Without pausing. Dominick de imo the lobby. When he passed Paisley, his steps didn’t falter for even a second–he truly acted as if she were a
stranger.
“Exactly, none of us know her. How could Dominick possibly know someone like that?” Alexis chimed in. “By the way, isn’t Nathaniel’s club supposed to be members–only? How is it that just anyone can get in! After all, clubs like this, especially high–end membership ones, usually had strict entry requirements.
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A staff member standing nearby quickly explained, “Well, since the clubs just opened, we’re doing some promotional outreach by inviting a few journalists and social media influencers”
With a sneer, Alexis uid, “These wannabe influencers are such a joke. Letting them in for free is already generous, and then they bring kids? Those linle beats scream their heads off all day–it’s annoying After spraking, she suddenly realized what she’d said and glanced awkwardly at Dominick and Marisa.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean Mr. Grayson Vanderbilt. Those other kids can’t possibly compare to the youngest heir of the Vanderbilt family,” Alexis added hastly, trying to smooth things over. However, she quickly noticed that no one was paying attention to her.
Marisa kept close to Dominick’s side, practically jogging to keep up with his brisk pace. She knew better than anyone that his current demeanor waw a telltale sign of anger.
Her attention was so focused on Dominick that the barely noticed Grayson’s small hand clasped in hers. It wasn’t until she felt a tug on her arm that the snapped out of her thoughts and glanced down at Grayson
Grayson’s gaze was fixed intently on Paisley, his expression giving him away. Marissa gritted her teeth silently and, without hesitation, scooped him up into her arms, quickening her pure to stay with Dominick
Grayson pressed his lips together, letting Marissa carry him without protest. Hut has wide eyes stayed glued to Paisley as if expecting her to look
back at him
Deep down, he held onto a tiny loope that Paisley might glance his way. But the farther they walked, the clearer it became–Paisley never spared him even a single look
“Hmph,” Grayson huffed, turning his head away in frustration. Wrapping his arms around Marissa’s neck, he stubbornly refused to look in Paisley’s direction anymore. Fine, if you won’t look at me, I won’t look at you either. I don’t like you anyway: he grumbled inwardly.
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