The waiter promptly brought the red wine. The secretary picked up her glass. She straightened up and stroked her long hair before she walked over to the woman. âMiss Bennet,â she said politely as she stood behind the woman whom she thought was Rachel The woman was standing near a rail, looking edgy. She clenched her hands into fists. The secretary thought the woman was acting strange so she looked her up and down. Why would she be nervous, the secretary wondered. All she did was greeted her. âHello, Miss Bennet!
Iâm Tiffany, secretary to the president of the Chamber of Commerce.â Tiffany tried to sound as casually as possible to hide her suspicion. The other woman lowered her head, not uttering a word. She was trembling slightly. Tiffany, on the other hand, was waiting for the woman to turn around. Her hand holding the red wine glass was getting a bit sore.
Tiffany was confused by the womanâs reaction. She was the secretary to the president of the Chamber of Commerce. She might even become the leader of Apliariaâs Chamber of Commerce. All the young men and women from rich families showed regard for her. But this woman was not even turning around to look at her. âWho does she think she was? Does she think she can be this arrogant just because of Victor?â
Tiffany shrugged her shoulders and turned around to walk away. But she thought of the presidentâs order. She took a deep breath and pasted a smile on her face. âMiss Bennet, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to startle you. Itâs just that I want to say hello to you. Iâve heard so much about you but I havenât had the chance to meet you in person. When I chanced upon you, I thought Iâd approach you and offer my greetings.â
Tiffany forced a smile. The other woman swallowed nervously and remained silent. Her body trembled.
Beads of sweat collected on her forehead. Tiffany thought this was getting really strange. She furrowed her eyebrows. This woman looked like she would not turn around to look at her.
Tiffany thought that something might be wrong. She stepped closer to the woman and patted one hand on her shoulder. She then said tentatively, âMiss Bennetâ¦â And then, the woman turned around. Being face to face with Tiffany made her even more panicky. She looked down and attempted to step away from Tiffany. In one swift moment, Tiffany caught a glance at the woman dodging her.
âYou are not Rachel Bennet!â Tiffany bellowed as the realization came to her. âWho are you? Why are you wearing her dress? Answer me!â
The woman was not the real Rachel, but the maid. The maidâs face turned pale. She couldnât look at Tiffany. âI⦠Iâ¦â The maid started to stammer. Cold sweat kept rolling from her eyebrows and she mopped it away with her forearm. âSay something!â Tiffany knew if Rachel went missing on the ship, it would be a serious matter.
She felt she had to question the maid more keenly. âNo, no! I⦠I canât tell you.â âYou canât tell me or you donât want to me? You canât hide the truth forever.â Tiffany stood cold-faced. She was contemplating on shouting for help. The maid became more frightened. She turned her back to Tiffany and ran away from her. âStop!â Tiffany didnât expect that the maid would be so nervous that she would run away from her.
The maid kept on running. She didnât notice the approaching crowd.
Bang! She collided with a person. âMr. Sullivanâ¦â The secretary stopped in her tracks and gasped when she realized who the maid ran into.
The maidâs eyes widened in fear. She could feel the blood in her body freezing. In a trembling voice, she could only mutter, âMr. Sullivanâ¦â Victorâs eyes narrowed into slits when he notice what the maid was wearing. âWhy are you in Rachelâs dress?â he asked her sternly. The maid immediately knelt on the floor. Crying, she said in halting words, âMr. Sullivan, I⦠I⦠Iâm so sorry! Please forgive me. Miss Bennet asked me to wear to dress.
Iâm truly sorry.â So, Rachel asked the maid to wear her dress at the celebration party, but why? âWhat if I donât want to stay with you?â Rachelâs words flashed through Victorâs mind. The veins on his temples throbbed. His dark eyes were filled with coldness. Noticing that Victor was trying to hold his anger, Ivan asked the maid in a condescending tone, âDid you say that Miss Bennet offered you this dress? Why would she do that?â
âBecause⦠I⦠â Out of fear of Victor who was looking threateningly at her, the maid couldnât string her words together. âCome on, tell me the truth!â Ivan raised his voice, his face was grim. âYouâd better not lie!â âSir, I am not lying.â The maid shook her head repeatedly. âMr. Sullivan⦠It was Miss Bennet.
She asked me to wear this dress. I⦠I am not lying. Believe me, sir. I am telling the truth.â Looking at the dress that the maid was wearing, Victor was fuming mad. What Rachel said kept playing in his mind. âMr. Sullivanâ¦â âWhere is she now?â Victor cut in. âMiss Bennetâ¦â The maidâs stammering was getting worse. She saidâ¦she was not feeling well. Sheâ¦went to her room to rest.â Rachel wasnât feeling well? She needed to rest in her room?
Ivanâs heart sank. He automatically turned his eyes to Victor. It didnât look like the maid was lying. But then again, Rachel must be on to something. That was why she asked the maid to wear her dress. If Rachel was not feeling well and wanted to rest, she didnât have to ask the maid to pretend to be her.
Victor was thinking the same thing. With his hands clenched into fists, he turned around and left. Ivan was afraid that Victor might do something impulsive so he followed him. With the two men gone, the maid felt all her strength draining her body. Her knees weakened and she fell to the floor. Meanwhile, Victor and Ivan turned up at the door of Rachelâs room. The door was closed. The two men put their ears against the door.
It was very quiet inside. âMr. Sullivan, maybe Miss Bennet is really resting,â Ivan said. âShe has just been discharged from the hospital. She may not be recovered yet, andâ¦â The rest of his words were struck in his throat. He couldnât continue, seeing Victor was looking at him with his cold eyes. âSo now, you are on her side?â Victorâs tone was cold. âOf course, not!â Ivan was quick in his response. He was afraid to ruffle Victorâs feathers.
âMaybe Miss Bennet didnât want you to worry about her. Your relationship with her is getting better these days. I just donât want to see it get worse because of misunderstanding.â Victor looked at the closed door. His eyes were gloomy. He didnât say a thing. No one knew what he was thinking about.
âWell, it better be that way,â he finally said.
âOr elseâ¦â He thought he had indulged Rachel enough. She had crossed his bottom line repeatedly.
He would never let her go easily if she escaped from him. âRachel, youâd better not betray me.â Victor pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open. Bright light welcomed them. It illuminated everything, including the pool of blood on the floor.