Chapter 13

Charles pushed the woman forward and tactfully led the other one away. Gregory stared intently at the woman before him, as if looking at someone else through her. The woman's profile resembled Blair's by about 60%, and her eyes also carried traces of Blair's features. A hint of obsession flickered in Gregory's eyes. "What's your name?" The woman carefully sat beside him and answered quietly, "Mr. Croft, my name is Blare." Blare? Even the name was so similar. Gregory looked at the remarkably similar face before him and couldn't help but lift her chin, leaning down to kiss her. Just then, the private room door was violently thrown open, shattering the intimate atmosphere. Gregory looked up, his expression turning cold. Beatrice stood in the doorway, her face filled with disbelief. She had heard from her friends that Gregory was at the club, but she hadn't believed it. He was such a fastidious person who never went to places like this. Now, not only was he here, but he was about t