A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 51

Starla had just pulled out her phone to call Garret when a stately Maybach glided to a stop in front of her. The door opened, and a tall, slender man emerged. It was Herbert, dressed impeccably in a suit, his gold-rimmed glasses adding a touch of refined elegance to his otherwise cold and imposing aura. Still, his eyes were frigid, like those of a god looking down from the heavens.

A wicked thought crossed Starla's mind: what would a man like this look like, pulled from his pedestal by a woman? But what was he doing here?

"Mr. Farley," she said, her thoughts malicious but her tone polite.

To Starla, Herbert was the most difficult person in Fairfax's circle to deal with. It was odd that a wild character like Fairfax could be brothers with someone so stoic and cold.

Rain dripped from the ends of his hair onto his shoulders. Herbert took a step forward, and Starla's large umbrella instantly shielded him from the downpour.

She instinctively took a step back. "Mr. Farley, you…"

"Got ditched again?" Herbert asked.

The word 'again' stung. As a woman, being left behind for someone else was a blow to her pride.

"I'll give you a ride," he offered, turning to hold the car door open wider.

Starla shook her head. "No, thank you. I have someone coming to get me."

As she spoke, Herbert looked back at her, a strange, unreadable depth in his eyes.

Starla tried calling Garret again, but the call wouldn't connect. A sudden cold wind swept over her.

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