Chapter 7

As Paige picked up Emmanuel's urn, ready to leave, a staff member hurried out and handed her an Obsidian Membership Card. "This is for you, as Mr. Lancaster specifically instructed. "Before you arrived, he had been waiting here for a while. However, he had to attend to something urgently. He said he'd be at the Obsidian Club. This card is your only entry pass." Paige accepted it expressionlessly. Once outside the crematorium, she casually tossed the card into a nearby patch of overgrown weeds. The moment it disappeared into the weeds, her phone pinged with a new message. She opened it and found a plane ticket with her name on it. … Reagan lazily rolled the dice inside the Obsidian Club, though his mind was clearly elsewhere. A friend beside him tapped his glass and said, "This round's all set up for Paige. Once she arrives, Britney will properly apologize to her, and that'll be the end of it." Another added, "Exactly. Britney didn't mean any harm. If Paige overreacts, she's being completely unreasonable. She really thinks…" However, his words died mid-sentence as he suddenly sensed the sharp tension radiating from Reagan and immediately fell silent. Reagan withdrew his gaze and checked his watch. It had been two hours since the crematorium staff messaged him that Paige had picked up the card, yet she still hadn't shown up. Pulling out his phone, he opened their chat, only to find that she hadn't sent him a single message in days. Narrowing his eyes, Reagan tossed the phone aside, muttering under his breath. If Paige were angry, she could have demanded justice from him, yet she hadn't spoken a word. Was she just waiting for him to take the initiative? What kind of sight would it be to see the son of the Lancaster family lowering himself to a driver's daughter? The next moment, Reagan lifted his gaze toward the door, his voice low and menacing. "When is Britney actually going to show up?" Seeing his fury, everyone scrambled to call her over. Knowing that she had to apologize to Paige in front of everyone today, Britney had no intention of coming. However, she was also wary about angering Reagan, especially when she genuinely liked him. "Who does Paige think she is, that I actually have to wait for her?" No sooner had the words left her mouth than Reagan's cold voice cut through. "You killed her dad, yet you're apologizing with this attitude?" Britney's face burned red. "It's not my fault her dad is unwell. Why should I care? Why do I always have to deal with such bad luck— Reagan's piercing, icy glare silenced her instantly. It left Britney with no choice but to stay quiet, even though she was brimming with resentment in her heart. One of their friends, sensing the tension, tried to lighten the mood. "There's no need to let someone like Paige, who can't even hold her own in public, spoil the vibe between us, right?" A few others nodded in agreement. However, Reagan let out a cold laugh. "You call Paige someone 'who can't hold her own in public,' yet she's still my fiancée in name. Even if you're going after the dog, you've got to respect the owner." The group murmured among themselves, unsure whether he was defending Paige or subtly criticizing her. However, the tight line of his jaw made it clear he was displeased, and everyone wisely fell silent. Turning his gaze back to the entrance, Reagan thought that Paige wouldn't be too upset after the usually aloof Britney sincerely apologized. Her resentment toward him might soften a little.