Twisted Fates: A Game of Love and Retribution

Rachel Foster immediately recognized the car—it was his. She swiftly exited her vehicle, heart pounding as she approached the Bentley parked at the villa's gate. Doubt crept in with each step. Would he recognize her? How would he react? Was the past truly gone like smoke?

The passenger door opened, and a young man in a crisp suit and holding a briefcase emerged, the epitome of a professional assistant. Rachel steeled herself and moved forward.

The assistant opened the rear door, and a tall man in a black coat stepped out, phone pressed to his ear, head slightly lowered. Rachel's heart raced as she caught a glimpse of his familiar profile.

Suddenly, he looked up, scanning his surroundings. Their eyes met briefly, but he showed no sign of recognition, continuing his conversation as if she weren't there.

Helen noticed Rachel and approached, frowning slightly. Rachel stood her ground, watching him from a distance. Time seemed to freeze as she gazed at his unchanged features, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he spoke into the phone.

He ended the call, and he turned to face her, perhaps feeling her stare. Their eyes locked, and his brows furrowed slightly. She held his gaze, afraid that looking away would shatter her resolve.

His expression grew serious, a hint of arrogance and authority in his eyes. Did he recognize her? Rachel's heart pounded, the world around her dimming.

"Mr. Scott, this is Miss Foster from Silverstone Holdings," Helen introduced respectfully.

Kingsly raised an eyebrow, a flicker of displeasure crossing his face, but he maintained his composure. "Pleasure to meet you," he nodded, then turned towards the villa.

Rachel was taken aback. She hadn't expected their reunion to be so formal, so cold. Did he truly not recognize her?

"Mr. Scott!!" she called out, stepping before him.

He frowned, clearly displeased, but smoothed his expression, maintaining a polite demeanor.

"Mr. Scott," she started, wanting to call him by his name, but the words caught in her throat. "I'm sorry to take up your time. I would like to discuss 'Westwood Heights,' the project jointly invested by Silverstone Holdings and Titans Group."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't discuss business during personal time, sorry."

She looked directly into his eyes. "I only need five minutes."

He chuckled softly. "Alright, five minutes." Turning to Helen, he said, "Prepare my breakfast." He checked his watch. "Is there a meeting at the office in an hour?"

"Yes, Mr. Scott," Helen confirmed.

Indeed, he was a busy man.