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    Greyson had been eagerly anticipating Matilda’s arrival ever since he set foot in the club. His gaze was fixated on her the moment she walked in.


    He was taken aback by how stunning, wless, and enchanting Matilda looked at the age of 50! This only fueled his determination to pursue her with all his might!


    However, what he didn’t expect was to see the beautiful Matilda, whom he had longed for over the past two decades, entering the club alongside Jacob—the very man who had shattered her heart.


    The sight of them together stirred up a storm of emotions within him, prompting him to rise angrily. “Jacob Wilson! How dare you show up here with Matilda?! You might have forgotten the pain you caused her, but we all remember! If it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t have fled to the US and spent all those years away! You should be ashamed! I can’t believe you even have the nerve to be here!”<fn4a02> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on fin?novel</fn4a02><h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Jacob, incensed by Greyson’s outburst, growled back, “Hey, Greyson Tate, watch your words! Anyone with half a brain knows what happened back then; I’m not the viin here!”


    After a moment of frustration, he added, “Do you really think I’ve lived a carefree life these past two decades? Absolutely not! I regret what happened and think about her every single day!”


    Greyson shot back, “It’s good to hear you regret it! But honestly, it would be best if you just left. You have no ce at this reunion.”


    Matilda stepped forward, attempting to defuse the tension. “Guys, can we please stop dredging up the past? We’re not young anymore; gossiping and stirring drama isn’t befitting of us in our fifties.”


    She scanned the room and continued, “I personally invited all of you here today, so let’s keep the peace.”


    Jacob smirked, clearly enjoying the confrontation. “Hey, Greyson, did you catch that? Who do you think you are to kick me out?”


    Then, he pped his forehead as if remembering something crucial. “Oh, I forgot to mention—I didn’t just bring Matilda here. I picked her up from her hotel this morning, then we strolled around our old university, reminiscing about our youthful days beforeing here. What’s wrong with that?”


    Greyson seethed with frustration at Jacob’s taunts.


    After all, unlike Jacob, Greyson had always nursed unrequited love for Matilda, while she and Jacob had been a couple for years. Back in college, they were considered a dream couple, the envy and admiration of their peers.


    With so many shared memories, Jacob’s mention of their nostalgic stroll made Greyson even more agitated.


    As Greyson clenched his teeth in dismay, the dashing Paul entered the suite with a bright smile. “Mom, I spoke with Uncle Oscar, the Moore family’s butler. He has everything under control for your reunion today, so just rx and enjoy the gathering.”


    Everyone stared in surprise at Paul. A woman eximed, “Wow, Matilda, is this your son? He’s so handsome!”


    Matilda nodded proudly. “Yes, let me introduce you all. This is my son, Paul Smith.”


    Another person chimed in, “Oh, Matilda, he’s biracial! Is he the son you had with your American husband?”


    Matilda burst intoughter. “Of course! Who else would I have had a son with?”


    Laughter filled the suite.


    Then, Greyson asked, “By the way, does Paul have a middle name?”


    Matilda smiled and replied, “Yes, he does.”


    Curious, everyone leaned in, “What is it?”


    Paul smiled politely and began, “My middle name is Ja…”


    Before he could finish, Matilda quickly interjected, “Let’s focus on the reunion today, not on my son. I think he’d prefer to step out for now!”


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