Just behind the front door, Solenne stood hidden completely from their sight.
Slowly, she blinked, as if trying to make sense of what she just overheard.
She wanted to step forward and say something… but her legs wouldn’t let her.
The conversation in the Maybach was still going.
Norman chuckled and said, “Yeah, yeah, we all know you’re the devoted type who never got over his first love. She’s divorced now, huh? You’ve waited all this time, pulled all those strings—finally, dude, your moment came! Bittersweet victory…”
He let out a sigh, patting Rockwell on the shoulder.
“But don’t you think this is a little too cruel for Solenne?” he added. “You knew from the beginning she’d be forced into an engagement with Luther, and you still approached her on purpose. You played with her feelings. That’s cruel, man. Poor Solenne, she really believed you loved her.”
Rockwell glanced lazily at Norman, lifting his eyelids just enough.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. She happened to fall into my path.”
He didn’t elaborate; he just lit a cigar.
Norman frowned, eyeing him carefully.
“And what about afterwards? After what happened at the wedding—Solenne’s not going to blow up at you?”