Chapter 53

Chapter 53:

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“This is Mrs. Brooks,” Gavin’s steady voice said through the receiver. “Mr. Andrew Brooks’s wife. He has her invitation with him. He will arrive shortly.”

The guard stiffened, as if an electric current had jolted through him. His eyes widened—shock flashing across his face. Andrew Brooks, the elusive head of the Brooks Group, back in the country? Married? And his wife standing right here?

He snapped into deference at once, bowing low and sweeping an arm toward the doors. “Mrs. Brooks, please—this way.”

Cathryn offered a tentative smile, the title still foreign on her tongue. “Mrs. Brooks.” It sounded too grand, like a dress borrowed from someone else’s wardrobe. But if it opened doors, she would wear it without hesitation.

Straightening her shoulders, Cathryn stepped past the velvet rope and into the auction hall.