Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 88

Winston took a sip of his drink, flashing a smile before answering her. "I've looked into it—Glenn will be here tonight."

Ever since he'd learned at the airport that Giselle was interested in Glenn, Winston had been trying to find out more about the man.

Initially, he'd been quite intrigued when he discovered that Glenn was once connected to the Carlisles, one of Serenity City's most influential families.

But he later found out that Glenn had cut ties with the Carlisles seven years ago, striking out on his own and building his own name.

That revelation left Winston a little disappointed.

After all, the Carlisles and the Whitmores used to get along exceptionally well, until some misunderstandings caused a rift between the families. Winston had hoped to use Glenn as a bridge to restore that relationship. Who would have thought things had changed so much?

Still, even if Glenn was no longer officially one of the Carlisles, there might yet be an opportunity.

Hazel, standing nearby, turned to Giselle with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, sweetheart. You know your father always gets things done. Just be patient, okay?"

But Giselle couldn't quite hide her impatience.

As they spoke, another guest came over to toast Winston—though his gaze seemed glued to Giselle.

"Winston, is this your daughter? She's stunning—honestly, with her looks and figure, she could put most movie stars to shame."

His eyes roamed over Giselle with obvious, unsettling interest.

Giselle felt a wave of nausea.

Hazel instinctively stepped in front of her daughter, shielding her from view.

Winston, oblivious, basked in the compliment and let out a hearty laugh. "You flatter us, Mr. Wellington!"

Mr. Wellington's eyes glinted shrewdly as he pressed on, "Is your daughter married yet?"

Winston shook his head. "No, not yet—Giselle's still in college."

"College? Wonderful. So young." Mr. Wellington's gaze grew even more predatory, lingering on Giselle. "How about letting your daughter share a drink with me?"

"Of course, Mr. Wellington," Winston replied without hesitation.

Mr. Wellington pressed the glass insistently toward her.

Just as the standoff reached its peak, a commotion erupted at the entrance.

Several young women nearby gasped in awe. "Oh my God, who is that? He's gorgeous!"

"And the woman with him—she's so elegant!"

Giselle couldn't help but turn to look. At the doorway, two people were making their way into the ballroom.

Glenn was strikingly handsome, tall and impeccably dressed in a tailored silver-grey suit, exuding a cool restraint. He looked much the same as he had at the airport, only somehow even more attractive.

The sight of him made Giselle's eyes light up.

But when she noticed the woman at his side, that excitement quickly turned to jealousy.

The woman wore a form-fitting red evening gown that perfectly accentuated her figure and flawless, porcelain skin.