So what if she’s Bennett’s woman?
She’s nothing special.
Without a man, she’d be a nobody.
She’s not even that pretty.
Honestly, Bennett’s taste is questionable.
After all, even he passed on her.
At that moment, Julian adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and poured a cup of steaming tea, setting it in front of Serena. His tone remained gentle, but he cut straight to the point:
“Ms. Fletcher, how long have you and my brother… been seeing each other?”
A spark of delight flickered in Serena’s heart.
Just as she thought—
Even Bennett’s own brother had assumed she was his girlfriend.
Looks like that news article worked even better than she’d hoped.
She tamped down her excitement, letting her expression twist into a mix of embarrassment and modesty. With just the right note of ambiguity, she replied,
“Mr. Locke, well… I’m sorry, but Bennett prefers that I don’t discuss our relationship too openly.”
She skillfully used Bennett as her shield, sidestepping his question and hinting at intimacy and Bennett’s protectiveness without giving anything away.
To Queenie, who’d already made up her mind, this little performance was as good as a confession.

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