Kneel Down to Win Back the Heiress Queen novel Chapter 5

Why on earth would Gideon Fuller be here?

"Nancy?"

As Gideon called her name, Nancy faltered for a moment before answering, "Mr. Fuller?"

Gideon was the Moores' fiercest adversary.

For years, their two families had been entangled in a relentless rivalry, each vying for supremacy within Boraska's exclusive elite. Yet neither side had ever secured a clear victory.

Though only 28, Gideon commanded the Fuller legacy with a ruthless, unyielding hand.

His tactics were sharp and unforgiving, so much so that Ian, usually the calm and composed one, had been driven to frustration, cursing Gideon's name loudly at home more than once.

Though Nancy and Gideon seldom saw one another, she recognized him at once.

It wasn't merely his proud, icy bearing that set him apart. It was the flawless sculpting of his face, so striking it lingered in memory.

A faint shadow passed over Gideon's face as he asked, "Do I really look that scary?"

Nancy released a small, helpless sigh. "Not really."

"What brings you to Riversdale?" he asked.

Nancy blinked in surprise. She'd always regarded Gideon as cold and distant and never imagined he would steer a conversation toward something so casual.

Flatly, she answered, "I came to find my birth parents."

It had never been a closely guarded secret that she was the Moores' adopted daughter. While not everyone knew, it wasn't exactly something hidden away either.

Suddenly, Gideon's expression became solemn. "Did Ian kick you out?"

Nancy was surprised by the sudden edge in his tone. A flicker of irritation crossed her face as she replied, "My dad wouldn't do that. I chose to come here on my own."

Gideon regarded her in thoughtful silence.

"Mr. Fuller, would you like to head to the private room?" the waiter asked.

Gideon responded with a low hum.

Nancy couldn't resist asking, "But didn't you just say there aren't any private rooms here?"

"Ma'am, this place is owned by Mr. Fuller himself. There's a private room reserved exclusively for him."

Nancy found herself momentarily speechless.

Just as she was about to leave, Gideon broke the silence. "Since you're already here, why not join me for a meal?"

She hesitated, uneasy at the thought. If Ian found out she was eating with Gideon, he might be upset.

"Are you really that controlled at home? It sounds like Ian's pretty petty," Gideon said indifferently.

"My dad's nothing like that!" Nancy shot back swiftly.

She glared at him, then paused to consider. Finally, she relented.

Business was one thing, and on a personal level, there was no need to treat Gideon as an adversary. Besides, there was no reason to refuse a free meal.

The private room was a vision of elegance, its floor-to-ceiling windows unveiling a sweeping panorama of Riversdale.

Behind an ornate screen, the soft strains of a harp wove through the air, lending the space a serene and gentle ambiance.

Yet despite the tranquility, Nancy felt a subtle tension as she sat opposite Gideon. His faint cologne drifted over to her, mingling quietly with the stillness as she took a sip of water.

When the dishes arrived, her focus shifted immediately to the meal before her.

Her eyes lit up at a single bite. "This is absolutely delicious."

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