Chapter 148

"James Grant." "You mean the heir of the Grant family? I heard there's some drama between him and his wife. Wanna spill the tea?" Charles Bennett just gave a light chuckle, eyes drifting to the center stage, smoothly dodging the topic. "Didn’t think this auction would pull together so many familiar faces." Jessica Lane’s expression dimmed at that, the light in her eyes fading instantly. Of course. The closeness between them was nothing but a front. James had never truly paid attention to her—not his body, not his heart—he was like mist, untouchable, always slipping away. She scoffed inwardly, the corners of her lips twitching with self-mockery. It was just a game from the start. No one was taking it seriously, so why should she? Pushing her rising irritation aside, she followed Charles's amused gaze toward the stage. Then her eyebrows drew tight the second her eyes landed. "Lydia Moore?" The name came out cold from her red lips. What the hell is she doing here? Holding the microphone,