His Secret Millionairess Wife (Lauren) novel Chapter 8

His Secret Millionairess Wife 

Chapter 8 

Sandy raised his head and looked at the man with displeasure. He was noble and a gentleman. “I don’t want to talk about this!” But the man didn’t give up the topic and kept asking Sandy, “Aren’t you curious about her? After all, she is your fiancee. I 

remember when we were kids, we played together.” 

Sandy leaned back with his legs folded. He held the glass in one hand and supported his chin with the other. He didn’t remember 

what happened between them when he was a child and what Lauren was like when she was a little girl. 

She must be beautiful. Because, Sandy was likely to play with beautiful girls since he was a child, and if she was not 

good–looking, they would not play together. 

But no matter how beautiful a girl was, she couldn’t stop time from passing by. The flowers would either wither or become 

stronger after the wind and rain. Whether it was the withering flower or the plum, Sandy didn’t like it. 

Sandy didn’t want to come to dinner today but he had a good relationship with the Bennett family so he had to. 

Seeing that Sandy was not interested in Lauren, the others were a little presumptuous and began to joke with Lauren, “I really 

wanted to know what Lauren looks like. Will she be as pretty as Sally?” one person asked. 

“What are talking about? No one could compare with Sally!” another said. 

“You are right. She was lost when she was very little and since then, she had been living as a poor girl. She must be a greedy 

woman now,” another said. 

At that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a beautiful woman walked in. 

The long red skirt like fire wrapped her slim figure and her face was delicate. From Sandy’s perspective, he could see her curl 

eyelashes and tall nose. 

She came from the shadow and walked into the light. The fiery red long dress made her look outstanding among all the people. 

Everyone present was attracted to her. 

In the silent hall, the clock on the wall made a small chime. It was exactly eight o’clock!