My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74 Rum

Chapter 74 Rumors Start Swirling

By nightfall, the capital’s most eager tongues had learned of the pending match between the Zonfrillo family and the Thankerton family.

The next morning, Lilith breezed into Fiona’s study, ostensibly to borrow a book but mostly to fish for news. “Fiona, 1 just heard Mother chatting with Mdm. Mullen. They say Soren and Roxanne will announce their engagement any day now… is that true?”

Everyone had long assumed the union was set, yet the official confirmation had revived the city’s appetite for gossip.

“I suppose so,” Fiona replied, closing the ledger in her hands with measured calm.

Lilith remembered another of her mother’s whispered predictions: even after he wed, a man like Soren would still attract restless women, some from houses as noble as Roxanne’s own.

How many chambers the Zonfrillo Estate might open to additional brides would depend on Roxanne’s strength. If she proved formidable, no rival could raise a ripple.

“I suppose once Roxanne’s settled, they’ll turn their sights on you next,” Lilith said with a mischievous grin, clearly aware of her sister’s growing popularity.

At every garden party and moonlit concert, the elegant ladies who orbited Fiona traded hushed rumors about her, hoping to carry home useful secrets for the ambitious brothers waiting beyond the silk screens.Romance itself felt distant. Tonight Fiona’s thoughts held no space for love poems or flutes, only for the colder necessities that kept her steps aligned with her purpose.

She did not detain Lilith for long. Once night flooded the courtyard, Fiona slipped into a fresh disguise, pulled Pearl to her side, and left the Niven Estate beneath a cloak of quiet lantern- light

Pearl Terrace might have been branded a pleasure house, yet the place bristled with silent guards. Anyone hoping to start trouble soon discovered why the hilltop halls had never suffered a brawl.

The pavilion clung to the mountainside, a retreat for officials and heirs. Most of its women hailed from respectable families and were paid only to pour wine and make conversation. No

one was forced into darker duties.

Legend whispered that the first owner, a pure–hearted girl lost in the world of rouge and named it Pearl Terrace to remind herself that her soul could remain crystal clear among painted faces.

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Tonight, Fiona traveled under an identity crafted by the Divine Doctor. Here she was, Mr. Sutherland of Beanton, a visiting young master with pockets deep enough to silence questions. The moment she offered the alias, a beaming hostess guided her onto the raised platform.

“Your guest has not yet arrived, sir, so you may need to wait a moment,” the woman chirped. “Such a handsome gentleman–would you like my company while you pass the time?”

Fiona doubted Morgan Murren was truly delayed. More likely, the Divine Doctor watched from the shadows, testing whether she intended mischief.

She stroked the folding fan she carried for show, lowered her lashes, and answered in a gentle drawl. “I am unfamiliar with–shall we say–floral pursuits, madam. Please do not trouble me on that account.”

The hostess‘ smile only broadened. “Ah, I understand. If a gentleman prefers male company, that can be arranged as well.”

If I stand here alone, suspicion will circle me like gulls.

“Bring someone tall who can pour tea,” Fiona replied lightly. “That will do.”

The hostess clapped her hands. “Sterling, attend the young master.”

Within moments, a towering figure stepped forward. Though a silver mask hid his face, his posture was effortless grace, yet somehow commanding enough to steal a second glance from everyone in the room.

“Sir, perhaps we should send him away,” Pearl whispered, worry tightening her voice. “If anyone hears of this, you’ll be blamed when we return.”

The masked man glanced once at Pearl, then seated himself beside Fiona without a word.

He must belong to the highest tier of escorts, the kind a manager showcases to keep Pearl Terrace gleaming, she mused.

Sterling lifted the porcelain pot and filled her cup, performing the gesture with silent precision.

“I carry limited coin tonight,” Fiona told him, her tone playful. “I can afford only half an hour of your time. Still, you are striking. Should I return another evening, I will request you again.”

The excuse suited her plan. If she appeared smitten by an escort, repeated visits would seem natural, giving her future meetings with Morgan a perfect veil.

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Sterling’s mouth twitched. “Have you come for business, sir, or pleasure?”

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