Married to the Hidden Billionaire（14）

Chapter 14

Jasmine took a sip of red wine, then looked at her best friend with a smile. “You read too many chick lits. There are so many people with the same first and last names, much less a surname. Bill Gates is one of the richest men, but do you think everybody with that last name is his family?”

Serenity chuckled. “You have a point.”

“My husband is a white-collar worker. He drives a national car and earns six figures. Do you think the heir of the Yorks would drive that sort of car? You have a wild imagination, don’t you?”

Serenity wasn’t one to dream of becoming Cinderella. She could daydream but not to the point of losing touch with reality.

“Come to think of it, can the head of the York family swing the other way since he doesn’t want young females approaching him? Is he married?”

Serenity wasn’t the least bit interested in the young heir’s appearance, but she did find it curious that he avoided young women. Either he was chaste, or he had some sort of issue in that department. Maybe he even played for the other team.

“I’ve never heard anything about him getting married. If he had, it would’ve been all over the papers. A wedding involving the head of the York family would rock Wiltspoon. So, I guess he’s single.”

Jasmine set her glass down. “Now that you’ve said it, something’s definitely up with him. It’s weird for a fine man like him not to even have a girlfriend.”

“We’ll never know what goes on in the minds of the wealthy. Eat up. We should leave after we’ve had our fill,” Serenity said, digging into the food.

“Sure,” Jasmine agreed, and the two began eating without a care in the world.

Many people observed them, some glancing away after a quick look, while others watched with disdain. It seemed like an heiress and her maid had come to the ball, hiding in a corner to eat as though they had been starved.

“Jas.”

Rachel’s son, Shawn Lowe, approached them. He was three years younger than Jasmine and had a good relationship with his cousin. Shawn had been asked by his mother to look around for Jasmine.

“Come, Shawn. Sit,” Jasmine said, pulling a chair over for him.

Shawn grinned at Serenity and raised his glass. “Do you drink, Serenity?”

“I rarely do,” Serenity replied. She could barely hold her alcohol. A bottle of beer could knock her out for twelve hours, and she didn’t want to embarrass herself or her friends.

“Do you want milk or juice? I’ll bring you a glass,” Shawn offered.

“It’s fine, Shawn. I’m full. I don’t think I can handle another drink,” Serenity responded, pulling him back into his seat.

“Jas, did you and Serenity sit here the whole night?” Shawn asked, appearing concerned. “Mom wanted to introduce you to some nice men, but you weren’t around every time she turned her head. She couldn’t just leave the other ladies, so she told me to look for you.”