Shredded Vows: The Billionaire’s Secret Heir novel Chapter 45

Only the wealthiest and most powerful could enter this place. By presenting her marriage certificate, she gained access as Mrs. Gray and was successfully let inside.

The Gilded Sovereign was one of the most exclusive private clubs in the capital. Its resplendent decor and unparalleled privacy made it the top choice for countless corporate titans discussing deals.

Once inside, Lydia slipped into a waitress uniform she had prepared beforehand. As she quietly slipped out of the locker room, she completely failed to notice the reporter tailing her, snapping photos of her every move.

Since she was the woman who had gotten into Mr. Gray's Bentley today, was taken to the dress boutique, and then unceremoniously dumped, digging up any more dirt on her meant massive traffic.

The sheer fact that she was masquerading as a waitress was enough to send her skyrocketing back to the top of the trending lists.

Which big shot was she trying to meet?

This was bound to be an explosive revelation. The photos were immediately leaked to the press the moment they were taken.

Lydia arrived outside the VIP lounge carrying a tea tray. Taking a deep breath, she masked her anxiety and raised her hand to knock.

"Come in," a deep, composed male voice called out from within.

She gently pushed the door open. Out in the hallway, someone hidden in the shadows rapidly clicked their shutter, perfectly capturing Lydia's silhouette as she walked in.

The reporters quickly found out exactly who was occupying that room.

The expansive lounge was bathed in warm light, furnished with plush carpets, leather armchairs, and world-renowned paintings adorning the walls.

The man standing by the window, having just hung up his phone, was Jeffrey Jenson. He turned around the moment the door opened.

He wore a tailored light blue suit over a white shirt. His collar was slightly open, revealing a glimpse of his refined collarbone.

Jeffrey froze when he saw her. She looked far too similar... just like the girl in his deepest memories.

"Hello, Mr. Jenson," Lydia said, gently setting the tea tray down. Standing humbly, she got straight to the point. "My name is Lydia Rose. I am Gideon Gray's wife, not a waitress here. I came today because I have a favor to ask of you."

Her demeanor was earnest. She stood a short distance away with her hands clasped together, a hint of nervous anticipation in her voice.

Lydia Rose...

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