I glanced sideways at her. She wore a white dress, her high ponytail making her look youthful and full of energy.
I lowered my head. My black bodycon dress clung to every curve, its open back held by only a thin strap, the hem barely covering my thighs. It was exactly the kind of outfit I used to despise.
I’d heard he was now a rising leader in the cutting-edge drone industry. He had finally achieved his dream.
Sitting next to Isabella, he looked like a perfect match for her. One was a celebrated tech entrepreneur, the other the true heiress of the Bennett Group.
“I’ll take number 18.”
Someone called out my number. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized the familiar voice. It was Daniel Carter, my childhood friend.
“Then I’ll take number 12.”
“I’ll take number 7.”
I sat down beside Daniel and poured him a drink.
Then someone nearby casually brought up Isabella’s background and, inevitably, Adrian’s past.
“Mr. Walker, I heard you once had a fling with the fake Bennett heiress. And now you’re with the real one—enjoying the best of both worlds, huh?”
My back stiffened. I glanced at Adrian, but he neither spoke nor showed any expression.