She couldn’t help but remark, “Look, isn’t that Mr.


    Lowell and Ste? They seem to be dining together.


    ”


    Herment had the intended effect.


    Turning around, she caught Joann ring at Ste’s retreating figure, her eyes filled with jealousy.


    “That f@cking bitch has no shame! Ste’s married, yet here she is, tempting another woman’s fiancé!” Seething with rage, Joann clenched her teeth and muttered, “I’m curious to see what those two are up to in there alone!”


    As she was about to move forward, Lindsay halted her.


    “Joann, don’t be rash.


    You and Mr.


    Lowell aren’t back together yet.


    Don’t upset him now.


    They might be discussing something crucial.


    ”


    But how could Joann remain calm when it came to Bet?


    Her voice rose with frustration.


    “Ste’s just a mediocre designer, right? What could she possibly have to discuss with Bet that’s so important? I think she’s up to no good.


    Why didn’t she just perish in that ne crash?”


    Despite her harsh words, Joann ultimately refrained from confronting them in their private room, fearing Bet’s reaction.


    Yet, she felt like she had lost a part of herself, distracted throughout the meal.


    Visions of Bet and Ste entering the room together, chatting andughing, haunted her.


    Joann couldn’t stop specting about their conversation.


    The food did nothing to lift her spirits.


    After a moment’s thought, she stood decisively and dered, “No, I need to confront Ste, make her see reason, and keep her away from Bet.


    ”


    Lindsay, hiding her excitement, watched with a gleam in her eye.


    She anticipated an interesting spectacle unfolding soon.


    Inside the private dining room, Ste inquired about Bet’s injury.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    “How’s your back?”


    Earlier that day, Bet had extended an unexpected Lunch invitation.


    Recalling how he had rescued her previously and her pending gratitude, she epted.


    Matthew had intended to join her, but business at thepany detained him, so she attended alone.


    Bet offered a reassuring smile.


    “It’s nearly healed.


    ”


    His gaze lingered on Ste, as if he harbored unspoken thoughts.


    Catching his hesitance, Ste probed, “Is there something on your mind?”


    After a moment’s pause, Bet ventured, “I do have a question, though you’re not obliged to answer.


    ”


    Ste, taken aback momentarily, nodded in assent.


    Bet continued, “Can you recall the exact location of the orphanage where you stayed after you were lost?”


    Upon hearing this, Ste realized that Bet still harbored doubts about her true identity.