Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce Chapter 136: You Bear a Slight Resemblance to My Wife Around

During the business dinner, Adrian Lancaster had a few drinks and was in a decent mood. Just as he was starting to enjoy himself, a call ca in from Maya Marshall.

He glanced at the screen. He didn’t want to answer, but he didn’t decline the call either. Instead, he placed his phone face down on the table—out of sight, out of mind.

A sharp-eyed executive at the table noticed Adrian Lancaster’s mood sour. He quietly slipped away from his seat to make so special arrangents.

A few minutes later, several beautiful won in exotic, flowing garnts entered the private room. Each carried a musical instrunt and took to the small stage to perform.

As the music swelled, another troupe of dancers made their entrance. Their figures were slender and graceful, their costus exquisite and ethereal. They perford a celestial dance inspired by the Dunhuang murals, a breathtaking and exotic spectacle.

The lead dancer, in particular, was beautiful beyond compare—a true celestial maiden.

When the dance concluded, the room filled with applause.

The lead dancer caught a aningful glance from the executive who had hired her. Understanding imdiately, she gracefully approached Adrian Lancaster. She poured him a glass of wine and, with elegant movents, offered it to him with both hands, her gaze as soft and alluring as water.

"President Lancaster, I’ve heard so much about you. It’s an honor to have been able to dance for you tonight."

Adrian Lancaster accepted the glass out of courtesy. Ever the gentleman, he was careful to avoid her fingers, making no physical contact.

"What’s your na?"

The lead dancer’s eyes lit up. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt almost dizzy with excitent.

’It looks like President Lancaster has taken a liking to ,’ she thought. ’Otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked for my na.’

"Wren."

It was obviously a nickna, not her full na—a deliberate choice to sound more intimate.

Adrian Lancaster’s gaze deepened as an image of Wren Sutton dancing surfaced in his mind.

’She has extensive dance training. If she perford this dance, she would be far more captivating than the woman before .’

"What a coincidence."

The lead dancer didn’t understand. Putting on a saccharine voice, she asked, "What’s a coincidence, President Lancaster?"

Adrian Lancaster set down his glass and leaned back, his posture languid but still exuding an air of dignified grace.

"It’s not just that you bear a passing resemblance to my wife. You also share her na."

"If it weren’t for those two facts, I would not have accepted your drink."

"..." The words hit the lead dancer like a bucket of ice water. Her expression froze, and she could almost hear the sound of her dreams shattering.

’President Lancaster is married!’

’So he only deigned to accept my drink and ask my na because I look and sound like his wife, not because he was actually interested in .’

The realization dawned on her, and she was utterly mortified. Her face flushed with sha for having so greatly overestimated her own appeal. She slinked out of the private room, wiping away tears of humiliation.

Adrian Lancaster’s icy, intimidating gaze swept around the table. His voice was sharp, leaving no room for argunt as he issued a warning: "This will not happen again."

Everyone knew exactly what he ant. They guiltily averted their eyes, and no one dared to utter a word of protest.

The heart of the sharp-eyed executive who had arranged the performance sank. He quickly rose to his feet with an apologetic smile.

"President Lancaster, I just had the won co in to play so music and dance to liven things up. I didn’t an anything else by it, please don’t misunderstand."

Adrian Lancaster’s expression was grim. "If you put this much effort into your proposal, the Dreamtide Bay project might have been yours."

"You jest, President Lancaster. The Dreamtide Bay project could never be mine. It can only belong to you."

"That’s right! Dreamtide Bay belongs to President Lancaster. No one can take it from him," the others at the table chid in.

Adrian Lancaster decided to let the matter slide. Withdrawing his cold gaze, he stood up and left the private room.

On the way ho, he took out his phone and called Maya Marshall. She answered almost imdiately.

"Adrian, you finally answered! I’ve been worried about you all day. Are you okay?"

Adrian Lancaster didn’t bother with explanations. "What did you call for?" he asked directly.

Maya Marshall feigned a troubled silence for a few seconds before saying, "You’ve been deceived by Wren Sutton."

Adrian Lancaster’s brow furrowed. "What do you an?"

"You’ll understand if you co to the hospital. Wren Sutton is here, too."