Twisted Fates: A Game of Love and Retribution

Rachel Foster had never been so startled before; her face turned ashen when she turned to look at him.

Kingsly Scott, dressed in a silver-gray suit with his hands in his pockets, exuded a lazy and relaxed aura yet was strikingly handsome.

The shop assistants around had already recognized Kingsly and were covering their mouths in disbelief, holding their breaths.

Kingsly ignored the surrounding gazes, narrowing his long, phoenix-like eyes, focusing solely on her, a slight smile on his lips. "Why do you always look so scared when you see me? Someone might think you have a guilty conscience about something you've done to me."

Rachel's heart trembled slightly, and she felt a bit flustered. She quickly composed herself and responded calmly, "What are you doing here?"

Little did she know, his sharp eyes had already caught her momentary panic, his heart coldly amused, as if he had come just to see her in such a disheveled state.

"Passing by, drawn by the beautiful scene in the shop, I didn't expect it to be you," his thin lips spoke with an incredibly magnetic and pleasant tone. "Seems like my taste is quite consistent."

Rachel didn't believe Kingsly's words for a moment. She even felt his eyes on her back, leaving her nowhere to hide.

"What exactly do you want?" Rachel lost her patience, her face stern as she looked at him. From the moment he first made that inappropriate request, she knew he wasn't well-intentioned.

Kingsly frowned slightly. "Is that how you talk to a friend?"

Rachel couldn't tell if Kingsly was angry, but she didn't want to get entangled with him any further. She turned to head into the fitting room to change out of the wedding dress and get away from him.

Helen, who had been standing behind Kingsly, quickly interjected. "Miss Foster, you misunderstand. Mr. Scott was just passing by and has a meeting waiting for him."

Rachel paused, her back stiff, and coldly said, "I will find a way to repay Mr. Scott's favor, but we probably can't be friends." Let it end like this, Rachel. He is no longer the Kingsly Scott of the past, and you are no longer the Rachel Foster of the past. You and he are destined to remain strangers in this life.

Kingsly waved his hand, and Helen took the hint. In the next moment, Helen ushered everyone into the store.

The sizeable bridal shop was suddenly empty, leaving just the two.

Before Rachel realized something was amiss, he was already in front of her, his broad, strong hand encircling her waist, his deep, dark eyes fixed intently on her startled gaze.

Jasper Reed was being driven to Deep Bay to discuss a piece of land when his phone rang as they reached Champs-Élysées.

Holding the phone to his ear, Jasper's expression was cold and severe. "Mr. Reed, I've found what you asked me to investigate..."

Jasper's eyes narrowed into a line as the car waited at a red light, and he turned to look out the window.

"I checked Miss Foster's classmates and friends from elementary to university, and none were named 'Kingsly.' However, a high school classmate mentioned that Miss Foster had a boyfriend with the English name Kingsly, but no one had ever seen him."

Jasper said nothing, his gaze still fixed outside.

"Through investigating Miss Foster's family's background, I found that the Foster family had a close family friend with the surname Reed, whose son had the English name Kingsly. However, I have yet to find out his identity... Please give me more time, Mr. Reed, and I'll definitely uncover who this person is."

"No need," Jasper raised his chin, his eyes sharp. "I already know who he is."

Withdrawing his gaze, Jasper ordered the driver to move on. His eyes were previously fixed on the bridal shop, where, through the clean, transparent glass wall, Kingsly was holding Rachel by the waist. Their eyes locked in what seemed like an affectionate gaze from afar.