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Chapter 305:
Noticing Shepard’s intense look, Amelia turned and rushed to Wyatt’s side, calling his name with worry in her voice.
Wyatt heard the urgency in her tone and strode over, asking in a low voice, “Is something wrong p>
Rather than reply, Amelia simply pointed toward Shepard, who was walking closer. Wyatt traced her gesture and met Shepard’s gaze, a puzzled look crossing his face.
Shepard was the most outstanding member of the younger generation of the Chadwick family.
уo𝘂𝗋 dai𝗅𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝗌𝖾 𝘰𝘧 ոо𝘷𝗲ls о𝗻.с𝗼𝗆
Three families in Hans dominated the business world—the Chadwicks, the Figueroas, and the Williamsons.
However, when it came to real power, the Chadwicks sat at the top of the heap. Wyatt recalled a single brief meeting with Shepard during an overseas business banquet. Their paths had never crossed after that, and Amelia had always lived in Kretol, making any connection between Amelia and Shepard unlikely.
The moment Wyatt appeared, Shepard hesitated. Watching Wyatt slip an arm around Amelia’s waist, he let his surprise show for a heartbeat before offering a friendly smile. “So it really is you, Mr. Stewart. I almost doubted my eyes p>
Even as he spoke, Shepard’s eyes kept returning to Amelia.
Up close, she reminded him even more of the woman from that painting. “Do you know my wife, Mr. Chadwick?” Wyatt edged closer to Amelia, shielding her ever so slightly, and met Shepard’s eyes with cold determination.
Though Shepard’s gaze on Amelia wasn’t overtly inappropriate, Wyatt still felt a prickle of annoyance.
The displeasure in Wyatt’s tone made Shepard quickly retract his gaze.
Wyatt’s words, calling Amelia his wife, left Shepard momentarily stunned. Still, he managed a smile and said, “You got married, Mr. Stewart? I didn’t hear the news before p>
“That’s understandable. News from Kretol doesn’t always make its way here,” Wyatt answered.
Despite the Chadwick family’s influence in Hans, Wyatt’s tone toward Shepard was as cold as ever.
Their small talk quickly wound down, and Shepard excused himself. Still, he turned for a final glance at Amelia before leaving.
Noticing that lingering look, Wyatt leaned in and asked Amelia, “Have you met Shepard before p>
Amelia knew the Chadwick name well—it was just as well-known as the Stewart family. However, Shepard himself remained a stranger to her. Trying to make sense of his strange attention, she shook her head and responded honestly, “No, I haven’t met him before p>
Yet the way Shepard kept looking at her suggested he knew her from somewhere. Wyatt refused to let another man’s presence trouble her, so he wrapped his arms around her and murmured, “If he is just a stranger to you, forget what just happened. There’s no need to worry about him p>
With Wyatt’s reassuring hold, Amelia managed to put the matter out of her mind.
Inside a grand estate in Hans, Shepard’s voice echoed through the room. “Find out what brought Wyatt to Hans. Look into his wife, too p>
Originally, the hotel visit had been about discussing a contract. After he saw Amelia, though, business faded into the background for Shepard. Returning home, he wasted no time instructing his assistant, Marlon Webster, to start digging into Wyatt and Amelia.
Serving as Shepard’s right hand, Marlon handled all sorts of delicate tasks for him. The order to look into Wyatt came as no surprise; Wyatt was no ordinary person, and his sudden visit to Hans must be for a particular reason. What caught Marlon’s attention was Shepard’s interest in Wyatt’s wife. With a mischievous grin, he asked, “Has Mrs. Stewart caught your eye p>
Shepard, coffee cup in hand, nearly choked at Marlon’s teasing. He sputtered, coughing so hard that his cheeks burned crimson.
Shepard’s reaction was all the confirmation Marlon needed. He continued, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Wyatt is not someone to offend. If he finds out you’re eyeing his wife, he definitely won’t let you off p>
“Shut up!” Shepard cut him off, unable to listen any longer to his increasingly absurd words.
After calming down, Shepard glared at Marlon and tried to explain, “I’m asking about Mrs. Stewart for a reason—she’s the spitting image of the woman in the painting in my father’s study p>
A complicated look crossed Shepard’s face as he finished speaking.
Hearing this, Marlon opened his mouth but hesitated, unsure how to respond. The silence stretched, and Shepard bristled when he saw Marlon’s look. “What’s with that expression?” he asked.
“Are you telling me your father suddenly got interested in Mrs. Stewart?” Marlon said.
Shepard shot him a resigned look. “Honestly, did you really earn your spot at Hans University p>
“I did. They offered me a special scholarship,” Marlon replied with a serious expression, not picking up on the mockery in Shepard’s words at all.
Shepard was left momentarily speechless by Marlon’s answer.