Chapter 66

Bellamy turned her head to look. Fraser walked in with a group of blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners, chatting away in a string of incomprehensible language. Right beside him was Lydia, dressed in a full Chanel set. Bellamy glanced briefly their way, then turned right back and tapped Dexter on the head with her fork. "Eat your steak. Quit staring." Dexter didn't even flinch, still slicing his steak while muttering under his breath, brow furrowed: "So, that little celeb's been kicked to the curb? The woman with Branwell looks like the one from that wedding, right?" Bellamy resisted the urge to slam her plate into his face and said coolly, "That woman is the real deal-the one his mom handpicked as the future Mrs. Branwell." Dexter had grown up overseas, so he hadn't known much about the messy history between Bellamy, Fraser, and Marianne. But after spending some time in Cavelle City, he'd pieced together most of the drama. And he'd figured out real quick-Marianne was a no-go topic for Be