As Selina watched the interaction between the two, she grew anxious again.
Just like that, Rosalynn and Gail were so much closer.
ALL because of dessert?
Was this the affinity with blood relationships?
Uneasiness crept through her.
After two mouthfuls of mousse cake, Rosalynn felt a slight discomfort in her stomach.
âExcuse me for a moment.
I need to go to the restroom.
â
âDo you want me to go with you?â Lyndon asked, already standing up.
âNo, itâs okay.
Iâll go by myself.
â Rosalynn politely declined.
Lyndon hesitated for a moment, then pointed out the direction of the restroom.
With a smile, Rosalynn stood up and walked towards it.
When she passed a corner, a few people came over to her.
The man leading the small group looked to be in his fifties.
His hair was well-combed, and he was wearing a crisp suit.
His face darkened at the sight of Rosalynn.
âItâs you!â
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Rosalynn barely paid him attention.
She blinked her eyes at the gloomy-looking man.
His gaze on her was murderous, as if he was watching an enemy.
Nonplussed, she tried to recall who this man was.
The name that surfaced filled her with cold indifference.
The man was Ballard Morgan, Bryleeâs father.
In the past, Brylee had been hostile to her because of Harlan.
Brylee had even poured acid on her.
If it hadnât been for Barlow, she didnât know what would have happened to her.
In the end, Bryleeâs face had gotten disfigured, and she was imprisoned for assault.
She simply got what was coming.
Karma was quick to punish her.
Now, Ballard had the audacity to look at Rosalynn as if she were the villain.
Was he blaming her for what had happened to Brylee?
Not that she cared.
She gave him the barest of nods, then kept walking.
Ballard watched her movements with cold eyes.
Turning to his assistant, he said, âIs S.
W.
Studio taking part in the Skrix Museum project?â
âYes, Mr.
Morgan,â the assistant confirmed after flipping through some documents.
Hatred flashed in Ballardâs eyes.
That bitch had caused his daughter so much harm.
He really wanted to kill her right at this moment.
Meanwhile, Rosalynn brushed off the encounter, paying it little mind.
In the restroom, she stared at her own reflection.
The face that looked back at her held so much resemblance to Gail.
Could the two of them be related?
Should she try and find out?
She washed her hands and then dried them, walking out when she was done.
As soon as she returned to her seat, she noticed that Gailâs face had suddenly changed.
âI feel so itchy,â she said.
âIs there mango in this mousse?â
Stunned, Selina looked at Lyndon.
âLyndon, you ordered this.
You know that she is allergic to mangoes.
â
He frowned.
âI didnât order mango mousse.
â
âItâs not mango mousse? Then why is she having a reaction? There arenât any mangoes in the other dishes either.
â Selina said.