Novel Squares
Chapter 34
Chloe glanced at the wall clock. It was ten at night. She knew exactly what would happen if she went over there now. Going to that place was never just a casual visit.
“No, thanks,” Chloe said. “If it’s business, let’s handle it during the day. Mr. Connor, you pick a time, and I’ll be there to apologize.” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
Connor knew Chloe well. She might look all sweet and charming, but she was stubborn as a mule. She wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to, even if it meant burning bridges.
“Fine,” Connor replied coolly. “Tomorrow morning at nine, at the Royal Golf Club.”
Chloe had never been to the Royal Golf Club but knew Antonio was a member. Though he rarely went, he paid the annual two-million-dollar membership fee without fail. The nice thing about that club was that family members could enter just by mentioning the member’s name.
The next morning at nine, Chloe arrived at the Royal Golf Club right on time. She approached the registration desk after entering, where a handsome young man greeted her.
“Miss, you seem new here. Are you a member?”
“Antonio is my father-in-law, so I should be able to enter, right?” Chloe responded.
The young man looked surprised, “You’re also Mrs. Moncada?”
“Also?” Chloe’s eyebrows furrowed. “Is there another Mrs. Moncada?”
The young man pointed to a figure not far away. “That lady also claimed to be Mrs. Moncada. Antonio is a big deal in Riverbrook. He only has one son and one daughter. It’s impossible to have two daughters-in-law.”
Chloe followed his gaze and saw Linda, who seemed just as surprised to see her. The young man looked uncertain. “Please wait a moment. I’ll find our manager.”
The manager arrived quickly, already scolding as he came. “I told you that Mrs. Moncada would be coming today. Mr. Lucas informed us in advance. You should have just let her in. Now you’ve gone and caused a fuss.”
The young man looked hurt. “You said one Mrs. Moncada, but you didn’t mention there’d be two.”
“Two Mrs. Moncadas? How could that be?” The manager was equally puzzled.
By then, Linda had approached Chloe. “Chloe, what are you doing here?”
Chloe smiled sweetly. “If I hadn’t come, would I have known someone’s been posing as me?”
“Chloe, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”
The manager, now more confused, looked between Chloe and Linda. “So, which one of you is the real Mrs. Moncada?”
The golf course was bustling with activity. The idle rich were naturally drawn to any drama. “What’s this early morning show? The real vs. fake Mrs. Moncada?” someone joked.
Connor, surrounded by a group of people, was also making his way over. He’s dressed casually in a black hoodie and joggers, and his tanned skin gave him an air of unattainable nobility. Standing among the others, he seemed like the only one that mattered, a natural-born leader with an aura of aloofness.