"What's that woman's name?"
Zachary Redgrave followed Laura Lowell's gaze. "You mean the one in the pink coat? She's the female lead in this production, Fiona Keating. She might be a newcomer, but her acting is exceptional. She's definitely going to have a great career."
"A woman like that, how could her acting be bad? She's your uncle's mistress."
Laura Lowell watched Fiona Keating with a cold gaze, her sharp eyes filled with contempt and disgust.
"Her and my uncle... are you sure?"
Zachary Redgrave looked horrified. 'No matter how you look at her, that girl doesn't seem like the type to be a homewrecker and get involved in someone else's marriage.'
'Goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover. A kind face can hide a filthy heart.'
"Last time, on the plane, I saw her with your uncle."
As she spoke, Laura Lowell started walking toward Fiona Keating. Zachary Redgrave followed close behind. "Damn! So that's the type that major scumbag Nathan Redgrave likes."
