Chapter 320: Julian Cross Arched a Confident Brow

"I just want to make it up to you. Maybe there's something I can help with." Julian Cross arched a confident brow. His resources far surpassed that Elias Mercer guy.

Sloane Bennett studied him with skeptical amusement.

"You really want to discuss business with me?"

"Obviously. What's that look for? Underestimating me?"

Her gaze swept over him again.

The Cross family topped Boston's elite circles, leagues above the Mercers.

And this man didn't even retaliate when slapped—at least his surface manners were impeccable.

Sure, his playboy reputation preceded him, but she wasn't looking for a husband.

Most importantly, he had a clean break policy with exes—no messy attachments.

The more Sloane considered it, the more pleased she became.

"Fine. Shall we talk inside?"

Julian scoffed. "Who's afraid?"

A crimson smile curved her lips.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go." She tugged his tie.

"Cough!" He stumbled.

Since when did women get so rough?

* * *

Catherine Holloway only moped for two days after losing her grandchild.

Not having to cater to that Paige Lawson wretch actually felt liberating.

She resumed her leisurely high-society life effortlessly.

That afternoon, the ladies gathered for tea.

Amid premium floral blends and delicate pastries, Catherine perched elegantly on a leather sofa in her latest designer ensemble.

"Mrs. Holloway, you seem tired lately? Family troubles?"

Mrs. Cardenas smiled sweetly, dimples flashing.

Catherine's grin stiffened momentarily before brightening.

"Probably the summer heat affecting my sleep."

"Really?" Mrs. Cardenas arched a knowing brow.

Everyone knew about her scandal—a pregnant daughter-in-law hospitalized after miscarriage, while she couldn't be bothered to visit.

"Skin can be treated, but a rotten heart? That's incurable."

The barb wasn't lost on Catherine, yet she dared not retort.

"It's stuffy here. I need air." She rose gracefully.

The moment she left, whispers erupted.

"Pathetic act."

"Of course she can't sleep after causing a miscarriage."

"Serves her right! Who treats a girl like that?"

Catherine reached the lobby, about to summon a server, when raised voices caught her attention.

"No appointment, no entry!"

"Screw appointments! I'm here for someone—move!"