Chapter: 1742

"Okay, okay. No more teasing.”

Eva and Rachel had spent more time together recently, so Eva had grown quite familiar with Rachel. She knew when to play a joke on Rachel and when to be serious. This time, she put aside her joke and said, "Kidding aside, Mr. Gibson does seem like a very astute person."

Rachel lowered her gaze. She didn't say anything.

Eva helped her comb her long hair.

“However, you have been using a different identity to be with Odin. You are walking on thin ice, Rachel. You must be careful. I heard that Sullivan Group has been acquiring several companies. They must be up to something."

"In the business world, acquisition is a very common thing."

"I know." Eva still looked worried.

"But what if these acquisitions aren't just about companies. What if they cause the destruction of families and loss of lives? Can it still be considered normal?"

Rachel's hand applying makeup paused. She looked at Eva's reflection in the mirror and asked, "Did you hear something?"

Eva silently shook her head, her lips pressed tightly together, offering no response Rachel noticed Eva's concern and felt the urge to ask more, but bit back the words on the tip of her tongue.

The makeup process lasted for approximately 30 minutes. In a daze, Rachel checked herself in the mirror, feeling like she appeared entirely transformed. After tending to the final touch, Eva ceased her work. She stood beside Rachel and let out a deep sigh.

“After makeup, you don't seem like Rachel at all."

Rachel found this amusing.

"Really?"

Eva chuckled.

"Alright, we should head out."

“Thank you, Eva." Shortly after, Rachel said her goodbyes to Eva, exited the room, and rode the elevator up to the private box on the third floor.

When the elevator came to a halt, Rachel spotted Trevor ordering and urging the waiters.

“Why are you taking so long?" Trevor reprimanded a waiter, his brow furrowed.

"The kitchen... They're short-staffed tonight due to the crowd. The ordering lists..."

"Enough. Enough. Stop the chatter. Quick! Deliver it to them. If those two guests get upset, we will all be doomed."

The waiter nodded apologetically and hastened towards the private box where Alberto and Odin were.

Trevor, checking his watch, muttered to himself, “What's the matter?

What's taking them so long?"

Rachel stepped out of the elevator and almost ran into him. Her new makeup prevented Trevor from recognizing her. After glancing at her with the corner of his eyes, he ignored her.

With his approval, Rachel felt a sense of relief, and her heart returned to its normal pace.

At the very least, she had managed not to reveal her true self after applying the makeup in such a hurry.

She approached the door, ready to knock and enter. As her hand touched the doorknob, Trevor hurriedly intervened.

“Hey! Who are you?"

"I..." Rachel began to speak in a hushed tone, preparing to explain.

However, Trevor, not wanting to offend the two men in the private box, waved his hand dismissively. His attitude was markedly different from when he had first encountered her today.

"Doesn't matter who you are. Just leave! Do you have any idea who are in this box? You've got no right to be here! Off you go!"

Rachel's eyes darkened as she looked at the scar on his forehead beneath his bangs. She suddenly regretted not hitting him even harder with the wine bottle. Otherwise, he would have reconsidered his habit of condescendingly regarding others.

“Are you listening?" Trevor, seeing her lack of reaction, stepped forward to grab her wrist.

The door to the private box was slightly open.

The commotion at the door caught Dewey's attention, and he opened it further from inside. He then saw the chubby man attempting to pull Rachel away.

"Miss... Ahem...Miss Davis." Dewey hesitated, adjusting his address upon seeing Rachel's changed appearance.

“Mr. Duffy? Do you two know each other?" Trevor, who had been arrogant earlier, suddenly became cautious upon witnessing Dewey's recognition of Rachel. The smile on his face stiffened.

The very next moment, he was even more astonished to witness the two influential individuals rise from their seats and make their way to the door before Dewey had the chance to respond to him.

"Shelia," Alberto called out to her calmly.

"Shelia Davis." Odin addressed her by her full name almost simultaneously, narrowing his gaze at her face.