Chapter 1388:
Lucian had built an empire with his own hands; he wasn’t one to be messed with.
Lucian fixed Lawrence with a cold look.
“I don’t care who you are. Stay away from my wife.”
Lawrence couldn’t help but flinch under the cold weight of Lucian’s gaze. Who could this man be?
Still clutching his aching wrist, Lawrence glared right back.
“And who the hell are you supposed to be?”
Lucian just looked at him, his expression giving nothing away.
That was when Finley stepped forward.
“Lawrence, meet Lucian, the shipping magnate everyone’s talking about, and a personal guest of mine tonight. And the woman at his side? That’s his wife.”
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Lawrence struggled to accept this. Of all people, the man before him was Lucian, the shipping world’s legendary powerhouse. And how on earth did Carola end up as his wife?
Completely baffled, Lawrence demanded, “She’s his wife? Mr. Boyd, you’ve got it wrong. That woman is my ex-wife! How could she possibly belong to him?”
Finley offered a calm shake of his head.
“You’re mistaken, Lawrence. She only bears a remarkable resemblance. Mr. and Mrs. Stanley have been married for years and even have a daughter together. The Myles heiress died more than two decades ago. You’re mixing up two different people.”
Finley remembered the shock he felt the first time he saw Carola, but it didn’t take long for him to realize it was nothing more than an uncanny likeness. The true Myles heiress had led a short, tragic life, forced into marrying Lawrence as part of a family arrangement.
Lawrence had always appeared respectable before marriage, but after tying the knot, he had an affair with a college student sponsored by the Spencer Group and ended up getting her pregnant. The Myles heiress, meanwhile, had met a tragic end, losing her life during childbirth.
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Today was Finley’s own birthday celebration, and Lucian’s presence made him especially keen to avoid any kind of drama. So, Finley quickly stepped in.
“This is my birthday party, and you’re all my guests. Lawrence, are you really planning to create a scene? Come on. Join us for a drink. If you’d rather not, that’s your choice—but in that case, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
Lucian stood squarely in front of Carola, completely shielding her from view so that Lawrence caught only a fleeting glimpse of her dress’s hem.
Lawrence’s mind raced. Was it possible he’d made a mistake? The doubt lingered for only a second before he shook his head firmly. No, that was his ex-wife. He’d recognize her anywhere.
Lawrence said, “Mr. Boyd, I know what I’m saying. That woman is my ex-wife. There’s no way I’d mistake her for someone else.”
Clinging to Lucian’s arm, Carola’s entire body went rigid. How did this stranger seem this certain of his claim? Had their paths ever crossed before?
Twenty-six years ago, Carola had been injured and lost her memory. It was Lucian, her current husband, who had saved her. Her history remained a blank slate, and the only hint about who she’d once been was the name “Carola,” engraved on the inside of her bracelet.
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