Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 136: You Bear a Slight Resemblance to My Wife Around the Eyes

During the business dinner, Adrian Lancaster had a few drinks and was in a decent mood. Just as he was starting to enjoy himself, a call came in from Maya Marshall.

He glanced at the screen. He didn’t want to answer, but he didn’t decline the call either. Instead, he placed his phone face down on the table—out of sight, out of mind.

A sharp-eyed executive at the table noticed Adrian Lancaster’s mood sour. He quietly slipped away from his seat to make some special arrangements.

A few minutes later, several beautiful women in exotic, flowing garments entered the private room. Each carried a musical instrument and took to the small stage to perform.

As the music swelled, another troupe of dancers made their entrance. Their figures were slender and graceful, their costumes exquisite and ethereal. They performed a celestial dance inspired by the Dunhuang murals, a breathtaking and exotic spectacle.

The lead dancer, in particular, was beautiful beyond compare—a true celestial maiden.

When the dance concluded, the room filled with applause.

The lead dancer caught a meaningful glance from the executive who had hired her. Understanding immediately, she gracefully approached Adrian Lancaster. She poured him a glass of wine and, with elegant movements, offered it to him with both hands, her gaze as soft and alluring as water.

"President Lancaster, I’ve heard so much about you. It’s an honor to have been able to dance for you tonight."

Adrian Lancaster accepted the glass out of courtesy. Ever the gentleman, he was careful to avoid her fingers, making no physical contact.

"What’s your name?"

The lead dancer’s eyes lit up. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt almost dizzy with excitement.

’It looks like President Lancaster has taken a liking to me,’ she thought. ’Otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked for my name.’

"Wren."

It was obviously a nickname, not her full name—a deliberate choice to sound more intimate.

Adrian Lancaster’s gaze deepened as an image of Wren Sutton dancing surfaced in his mind.

’She has extensive dance training. If she performed this dance, she would be far more captivating than the woman before me.’

"What a coincidence."

The lead dancer didn’t understand. Putting on a saccharine voice, she asked, "What’s a coincidence, President Lancaster?"

Adrian Lancaster set down his glass and leaned back, his posture languid but still exuding an air of dignified grace.

"It’s not just that you bear a passing resemblance to my wife. You also share her name."

"If it weren’t for those two facts, I would not have accepted your drink."

"..." The words hit the lead dancer like a bucket of ice water. Her expression froze, and she could almost hear the sound of her dreams shattering.

’President Lancaster is married!’

’So he only deigned to accept my drink and ask my name because I look and sound like his wife, not because he was actually interested in me.’

The realization dawned on her, and she was utterly mortified. Her face flushed with shame for having so greatly overestimated her own appeal. She slinked out of the private room, wiping away tears of humiliation.

Adrian Lancaster’s icy, intimidating gaze swept around the table. His voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument as he issued a warning: "This will not happen again."

Everyone knew exactly what he meant. They guiltily averted their eyes, and no one dared to utter a word of protest.

The heart of the sharp-eyed executive who had arranged the performance sank. He quickly rose to his feet with an apologetic smile.

"President Lancaster, I just had the women come in to play some music and dance to liven things up. I didn’t mean anything else by it, please don’t misunderstand."

Adrian Lancaster’s expression was grim. "If you put this much effort into your proposal, the Dreamtide Bay project might have been yours."

"You jest, President Lancaster. The Dreamtide Bay project could never be mine. It can only belong to you."

"That’s right! Dreamtide Bay belongs to President Lancaster. No one can take it from him," the others at the table chimed in.

Adrian Lancaster decided to let the matter slide. Withdrawing his cold gaze, he stood up and left the private room.

On the way home, he took out his phone and called Maya Marshall. She answered almost immediately.

"Adrian, you finally answered! I’ve been worried about you all day. Are you okay?"

Adrian Lancaster didn’t bother with explanations. "What did you call for?" he asked directly.

Maya Marshall feigned a troubled silence for a few seconds before saying, "You’ve been deceived by Wren Sutton."

Adrian Lancaster’s brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"You’ll understand if you come to the hospital. Wren Sutton is here, too."