Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 791:

Rachel instinctively gripped Allan’s arm a little tighter. Sensing her unease, he leaned down and murmured, “Do you want to sit down for a while?”

“No, I’m alright.”

There was no denying Brian’s popularity. In no time, a cluster of elegantly dressed women had gathered around him. Yet, despite their initial enthusiasm, they all walked away looking disappointed.

“What did Mr. White say?” Someone couldn’t resist asking as a woman returned from speaking with him.

The woman let out a small sigh. “He said he only discusses business and isn’t interested in a relationship.”

A wave of sighs rippled through the group. “At least that was polite.”

When I tried to talk to him, he told me…”

“Told you what?”

“He told me not to approach him so eagerly.”noveldrama

“Do you think he has a particular type he’s interested in?”

“I heard he was married before but got divorced. Do you think he’s still in love with his ex?”

As they continued their gossip, Rachel happened to pass by. Noticing that no one had any concrete answers, someone suddenly turned to Rachel. “You’re here with Mr. Allan Vance, right? Do you happen to know anything about Mr. White?”

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Rachel raised an eyebrow. “Are you referring to Brian White?”

“Yes, I heard he was once married but later divorced. His ex-wife seems like a mystery. Do you know anything about her?”

Rachel nearly choked on her drink, coughing a few times before catching her breath. “Who exactly are you asking about?”

“His ex-wife, of course! He never seems to get close to any woman now. Do you think he still has feelings for her?”

“I think you’re mistaken. If he really loved her, he wouldn’t have let her go in the first place.”

“But still, isn’t it odd how he keeps his distance from all women? Do you know anything about that? Any inside scoop you can share?”

“I’m sorry, but I need to return to Mr. Vance now.”

Without another word, Rachel rose to her feet and walked away. But after searching the entire venue, there was no sign of Allan. Outside, in a parked car, Allan lay sprawled in the back seat, his breathing uneven as Alban sat beside him, looking deeply concerned.

“You don’t have to stay here. Go back inside,” Allan muttered, his voice weak.

“Sir, I really think we should go to the hospital. Waiting for the driver is risky. I’m seriously worried about you.”

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