Chapter 344: A Serendipitous Encounter
The masked man chuckled. “What if he turns out to be your lifesaver?”
Raylee firmly shook her head. “There’s no way that could happen!” This speculation was absurd.
“Mr. Foucault? Is that you? What are you doing here?” A strong, resonant voice echoed nearby, interrupting their conversation.
As they looked, they saw Victor. The esteemed head of the Lorimer family had come to pay respects to his ancestors, accompanied by numerous relatives. The grand procession was quite a sight.
The masked man was momentarily taken aback. Raylee, equally surprised, whispered, “We accidentally stumbled into the Lorimer family’s burial plot.”
The masked man nodded slightly, holding Raylee’s hand as he responded naturally, “Hello.”
“So it really is you, Mr. Foucault. What a serendipitous encounter! I’ve been hoping to meet you, and today, we’ve unexpectedly crossed paths.” Victor seemed quite excited, even a little nervous, as he shook hands with the masked man.
After willingly abandoning the Snow Wave Amusement Park project, it was as if he’d opened a door to new opportunities with the masked man. They discussed another, even larger project, with a strong possibility of collaboration. Other Lorimer family relatives also displayed excitement. The third-generation heir of the Malk royal family, a prince of unparalleled prestige, gracing the Lorimer family’s burial plot was extraordinary.
“What could have brought you to the Lorimer family’s burial plot today, Mr. Foucault?”
Victor initially thought he was there to evaluate a project; otherwise, he couldn’t fathom why the esteemed prince would visit the cemetery.
The masked man slightly lifted his hand, tightly interlocked with Raylee’s fingers, replying, “I’m here to pay my respects with my fiancée.”
“Ah?” Victor only then noticed Raylee standing beside the masked man. Upon closer inspection, he found the greatly changed Raylee strangely familiar.
Victor quickly said, “Your fiancée seems familiar, Mr. Foucault. I feel as though I’ve seen her somewhere before. Who’s the lucky lady engaged to you, Mr. Foucault?”
Raylee introduced herself, “I’m Raylee, Mr. Victor. Don’t you remember me?”
“Raylee? The adopted daughter of the Goodridge family? How did you become so beautiful?” Victor exclaimed. Once, she had risked her life on a rescue mission in Musmeynia, even managing to bring back a chip.
Suddenly, his eyes turned serious. “Mr. Foucault, may we step aside to talk?”
“What’s so secretive that it can’t be discussed in front of my fiancée?” the masked man asked nonchalantly.
“It’s about the DH project we discussed, I fear…”
“No worries; I’m well aware of everything, and I even plan on involving my fiancée in this project.”
“What project?” Raylee asked, utterly bewildered by their cryptic conversation.
Victor reacted even more strongly than she did. “Mr. Foucault, isn’t this inappropriate?”
The masked man waved his hand. “Why isn’t it appropriate? Women nowadays can be just as competent as men, Mr. Victor. You shouldn’t discriminate against women. Moreover, I have faith in my fiancée’s capabilities. Of course, if Ms. Layla were to assist, it would be even more perfect.”
Suddenly, the focus turned to Layla, standing amongst the Lorimer family members. Layla stepped forward and greeted him, “It’s been a while, Mr. Foucault.”
The masked man responded warmly, “The last time we met was at the Goodridge family’s banquet, not too long ago. Have you been keeping well recently, Ms. Layla?” He had been polite and formal with Victor earlier; however, his tone with Layla sounded as though he was conversing with an old friend.
“Layla, you know Mr. Foucault? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Victor asked in surprise.
“Indeed; I’ve known Mr. Foucault for many years. He even helped me out when I was suffering from domestic abuse at the hands of my ex-husband,” Layla replied.
“Really? Such a thing happened?” Victor bowed slightly. “Mr. Foucault, I’m deeply grateful for the assistance you’ve provided to my daughter in the past.”
The masked man said with a hint of disdain, “Why are you thanking me when your family’s elders didn’t even bother to intervene? I merely stepped in to lend a hand when I saw injustice. Isn’t that perfectly normal? I wonder if Ms. Layla has fully recovered from the beating she once received.”