Rosalynnâs expression twisted into a scornful sneer, her tone shifting to a more serious note.
âNice try, but Iâm not falling for that.
With Aldrich now calling the shots at Hughes Group, whatâs your next move?â
Brianâs eyebrows shot up in surprise as he inquired, âHey, remember when you wanted me to be your personal servant? Well, now that my careerâs gone kaput, maybe I should consider being your toy boy, living off your generosity.
â
âBrian, get serious or Iâll hang up,â Rosalynn warned.
A smile tugged at Brianâs lips as he said earnestly, âIâm laying low for now.
Aldrich may think heâs got it all.
But the higher he climbs, the harder heâll fall.
While heâs in the spotlight, Iâll be in the shadows, waiting for him to expose his weaknesses and strike!â
Understanding dawned in Rosalynnâs eyes as she nodded.
âDad asked if he should step in with Hughes Group.
Seems like that wonât be necessary anymore.
â
âExactly.
â Brianâs tone was firm.
âWeâre on bad terms at the moment, so you canât help me.
â
Rosalynn paused before sayi
ng, âOkay, Director Hughes.
â
Director Hughes?
Brian was taken by surprise by the way she addressed him.
He then burst into laughter.
He did feel like he was directing a movie.
âHey, lead actress, I want to sleep with you,â he teased shamelessly.
Rosalynn laughed.
âMr.
Hughes, donât you already have plenty of women lining up for you?â
Brian raised an eyebrow and asked, âYou mean Betsy?â
Rosalynn replied, âYouâre getting into your role quickly.
Are you truly considering her as your lover?â
Brian could hear the jealousy in her voice.
He grinned.
âHow could that be? I neither have the intention nor the nerve to try something like that.
â He leaned back, adding, âEspecially since my wife turns into quite the spitfire after a few drinks.
Iâd rather not be on the receiving end of her wrath.
â
Rosalynn burst into laughter at this, memories of the past flashing through her mind.
After a moment, she smirked.
âSo, letting Betsy get close to you is all part of your grand plan?â
Brianâs expression darkened at the mention of Betsy.
âSweetheart, my gut tells me the woman claiming to be Betsy is a fake.
Iâve already asked Edwin to run a DNA test comparing her with Betsyâs family.
â
Rosalynnâs eyes widened in surprise.
âSomeoneâs impersonating Betsy? What is her true identity?â
Brian squinted, his dark eyes focusing as a memory flashed through his mind like lightning.
Simultaneously, a realization dawned on Rosalynn.
âIs it Eleanor?â