Didn't the wealthy always look down on divorced people?

Was there perhaps something wrong with Haleigh's nephew?

That would surely explain why she was quite desperate to pair him up with her.

Haleigh rambled on and on, singing her nephew's praises as they sped down the highway.

Rosalynn kept smiling politely during the ride.

“Let's get down to business, ma'am.” Rosalynn got out of the car.

Nodding, Haleigh led Rosalynn to the villa.

Rosalynn examined every nook and cranny and took in every detail. When they were done, she shared her ideas with Haleigh.

Haleigh listened attentively for a while, then she suddenly held up a finger and interjected, "Wait, Rosalynn. Just hang on for a minute. The truth is that this villa belongs to my nephew. He'll be here soon. Let's discuss the details when he arrives, okay?”

Rosalynn had to admit that her curiosity had been piqued. She wanted to see what Haleigh's nephew looked like.

Right on cue, they heard a rustling at the door.

"Auntie, are you in there?"

That voice was familiar!

Rosalynn whirled around just as the man stepped into the villa.

Barlow!

What kind of twisted coincidence was this?

Barlow was notorious in the social circles for his fierce and ruthless personality. But his aunt saw him as some angelic figure who could do no wrong.

"Barlow! Come. This is Rosalynn Fuller from S.W. Studio. | asked her to design a new interior for the villa."

Haleigh was giggling with unabashed glee.

Barlow, on the other hand, looked taken aback. But a smile quickly flashed in his eyes.

"What a coincidence. So, your name is Rosalyn."

"Hello, Mr. Tucker," Rosalynn greeted in the most professional tone she could muster.