NovelStartChapter 51
Noticing that Dominick's gaze had been fixed on the group stepping out of the business car, Alexis couldn't hold
back her curiosity and asked, "Who is she? Which family does she belong to? | don't think I've seen her before."
Since they all attended the sschool-except for rare cases like Marissa and Julian-their families were typically
of similar social standing. Everyone within their circle either knew or heard of each other. That was why Paisley's
appearance was such an anomaly.
At this moment, Marissa couldn't have been more relieved that Dominick had never introduced Paisley to the
public. Everyone knew he had a mysterious ex-wife, but no one had any idea what she looked like. Maria noticed
someone looking their way, especially the tall, broad-shouldered man standing in the center. His furrowed brow
and icy stare were intimidating. She turned to Paisley and asked, "Who's that guy, Paisy? Do you know him?"
As Maria spoke, she carried Serena closer to Paisley. Serena, with her sharp little eyes, immediately spotted
Dominick and Grayson.
Tugging on Paisley's sleeve with her small, chubby hand, Serena whispered, "Mommy, it's the scary guy and
Grayson." Paisley had taught Serena not to speak loudly in public, so her soft voice was only audible to their
small group.
With a nod, Paisley gave a brief look toward the group. "Hmm. No idea who he is. | never seen him before," she
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtreplied coolly, addressing Maria but making sure her words carried to Dominick and Marissa. Paisley's intent was
clear-stay out of my way, and we'll pretend we don't know each other. Without missing a beat, she turned and
headed toward the hotel lobby.
Her indifference and denial made Dominick's expression darken even further.
David cautiously approached Dominick and asked, "Was that lady also with your group, Mr. Vanderbilt?" After all,
the vehicles had arrived one after the other, and Dominick's eyes had been on Paisley since she stepped out of
the car.
But before David could say anything else, Dominick's frostier-than-ice glare stopped him in his tracks. "No idea.
Never seen her before," Dominick replied through gritted teeth, his words biting.
Without pausing, Dominick strode into the lobby. When he passed Paisley, his steps didn't falter for even a
second-he truly acted as if she were a stranger.
"Exactly, none of us know her. How could Dominick possibly know someone like that?" Alexis chimed in. "By the
way, isn't Nathaniel's club supposed to be members-only? How is it that just anyone can get in?" After all, clubs
like this, especially high-end membership ones, usually had strict entry requirements. A staff member standing
nearby quickly explained, "Well, since the club just opened, we're doing spromotional outreach by inviting a
few journalists and social media influencers."
With a sneer, Alexis said, "These wannabe influencers are such a joke. Letting them in for free is already
generous, and then they bring kids? Those little brats scream their heads off all day-it's annoying." After
speaking, she suddenly realized what she'd said and glanced awkwardly at Dominick and Marissa. "Oh, sorry, |
didn't mean Mr. Grayson Vanderbilt. Those other kids can't possibly compare to the youngest heir of the
Vanderbilt family," Alexis added hastily, trying to smooth things over. However, she quickly noticed that no one
was paying attention to her.
Marissa kept close to Dominick's side, practically jogging to keep up with his brisk pace. She knew better than
anyone that his current demeanor was a telltale sign of anger.
Her attention was so focused on Dominick that she barely noticed Grayson's small hand clasped in hers. It wasn't
until she felt a tug on her arm that she snapped out of her thoughts and glanced down at
Grayson.
Grayson's gaze was fixed intently on Paisley, his expression giving him away. Marissa gritted her teeth silently
and, without hesitation, scooped him up into her arms, quickening her pace to stay with Dominick. Grayson
pressed his lips together, letting Marissa carry him without protest. But his wide eyes stayed glued to Paisley as
if expecting her to look back at him.
Deep down, he held onto a tiny hope that Paisley might glance his way. But the farther they walked, the clearer it
becPaisley never spared him even a single look.
"Hmph," Grayson huffed, turning his head away in frustration. Wrapping his arms around Marissa's neck, he
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmstubbornly refused to look in Paisley's direction anymore. 'Fine, if you won't look at me, | won't look at you either.
1 don't like you anyway," he grumbled inwardly.
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