Chapter 281

The billiards hall was dimly lit, with Vincent Wilson having booked the entire place.

Nathan York lurked in a corner, fingers flying across his phone screen as he occasionally glanced around.

Gregory Wilson stood by a distant pool table, taking a call while his slender fingers absently tapped the surface. A low chuckle escaped him as he raised a hand to cover his smirk, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Did Yvonne Young buy her law degree?" Vivian Dempsey linked arms with Evelyn Carter and rolled her eyes openly.

Evelyn pressed her lips together. "I'm not familiar with law school curricula."

"Don't play dumb," Vivian nudged her with an elbow. "You know exactly what I mean."

They exchanged knowing smiles.

Vivian shook her head. "Birds of a feather. No wonder that homewrecker gets along with Yvonne—both equally brainless."

"Annabelle Taylor is actually decent professionally," Evelyn recalled. "She's explained legal concepts to me before."

Vivian suddenly lowered her voice conspiratorially. "I just squeezed some intel out of Nathan."

"So he was texting you?"

"That guy's a double agent," Vivian scoffed. "He'll probably report everything to Alexander Hamilton later."

At that name, Evelyn's smile faltered momentarily.

Nearby, Yvonne idly poked the floor with her cue while her gaze remained fixed on Gregory.

"Is she genuinely clueless or just pretending?" Vivian jutted her chin toward Yvonne.

From the moment they'd arrived, Yvonne had been "attentive" toward Gregory.

When Gregory casually complimented his brother's new car, Yvonne immediately interjected in a shrill voice: "A Porsche? Only nouveaux riches drive those. Dr. Wilson's taste is questionable."

Vincent awkwardly tried to smooth things over.

Gregory just patted his brother's shoulder. "Your taste is worse than mine."

Vincent flushed crimson.

Everyone knew about his high school fling with Yvonne.

But Yvonne had been too proud—disdaining Vincent's playboy ways while envying her best friend for catching someone like Alexander.

Vincent's preferences were... unique. While other boys chased the girl-next-door types, he had a thing for voluptuous bombshells.

"All his subsequent girlfriends," Vivian whispered, "were at least a D-cup."

Evelyn glanced at Yvonne's flat chest. "Then why did he ever..."

"Curious?" Vivian waggled her eyebrows. "Ask Young Master Wilson yourself."

Evelyn shook her head. "Just making conversation."

Just then, Nathan sidled up to them like a nervous spy. "Vivian... Dr. Carter..."

Vivian drawled sarcastically, "Done filing your report? What did your boss say?"