Chapter Four

“That voice.” Craig muttered.

His eyes never left the young woman's body, not even for once. As she walked into the crowd, shaking hands with the company's clients and big associates, Craig found himself unable to get his eyes off of her.

Her tone, her skin… there was no difference in Sabrina and this Rosa lady..if that's even her real name.

This woman has to be his wife! He knows that voice! He knows that face! He knows those innocent hazel eyes!

Emily clenched her fist, her eyes darting from Ms. Rosa to Craig, whose eyes were still on her.

She noticed the slight frown on his face when a tall white young man joined her, holding her waist as the music was played and they started dancing slowly to the background sound.

The man with her was none other than Harold Guidotti, son of the CEO of Guidotti Empire. He was a tall muscular man with green eyes and a black neatly cut hair who was in his early 30s. Dressed in a navy blue suit, the charming young man smiled, glaring cheerfully at her.

Emily shifted her gaze back to Craig, she cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to shift his attention back to him but he was too engrossed in what he was looking at, he didn't get the signals from her.

Trying not to seem pissed, Emily quickly out of a smile, “Craig? It's late already. You were right, we should leave.”

“Yeah… of course.” Craig replied subconsciously, his eyes focused at one direction, not making a move to spare Emily a glance.

“Craig!” Emily snapped her fingers across his face, “Let's go… I'm getting tired of being here.”

“Why the rush to leave? You wanted me to stay earlier…” Craig shifts his gaze, “Oh, I see a close friend. Give me a second. We'll leave when I'm back.” Without giving her a chance to object or agree, Craig walked over to his friends table, leaving Emily all by herself on the table.

Harold's eyes never left Ms. Rosa’s. “Welcome to the company, I must say, look absolutely stunning.”

Ms. Rosa laughed, “You've said that to me since last month… but thanks anyway.”

She has been persuaded to work with the Guidotti Empire, but the fear in her never wanted to come back to this city. But thanks to Luna's encouragement, she signed the contract.

“Half of the crowd's eyes are on you. I'd feel so jealous if I wasn't dancing with you right now.” Harold teased.

Ms. Rosa chuckled, “Oh, please.”

“But it's true. You've got everyone's attention, including me. I don't know what to do with my eyes other than to stare at you all evening.” Harold smirked.

Hearing this, Ms. Rosa lowered her head on his chest, trying to hide her smile.

“Haha! Laugh it all out.” Harold teased and they both burst out laughing.

As Peter sipped his wine, he smiled at his friend, “She's pretty, isn't she?”

Craig nods his head, “I can't lie, my friend. I wish I could talk to her.”

“Talk? Haha!” Peter laughed, “You can see her boss’ son howling over her like a hawk. You can tell he has eyes for her. He's also my friend, so bark off.” He warns, but Craig could sense the seriousness in his tone.

Seeing Mr. Guidotti’s hand around her waist stirred up something in Craig's heart.

She wasn't Sabrina and he was sure because he heard she was kidnapped and raped to death years ago, but why was he having this painful feeling as he watched her danced so intimately with Mr. Guidotti?

Watching them laugh like couples only fueled his urge to walk over there and yank her from that man.

“This Ms. Rosa… what is her last name?”

Peter cocked a brow, “No one knows. Why are you interested?”

“She looks like someone I know.”

“Not her. She lived in France her whole life. Just stick to your girlfriend.” Peter tells him with a smile.

Craig grabbed a bottle of red wine on the table, drinking directly from the bottle, his eyes fixed on the dancefloor.

From a distance, Emily gritted her teeth as she saw the jealousy in every gulp Craig took. She thought Sabrina was out of their lives and she could have him all to herself?!

He looked almost miserable, she could tell he felt restless by the scene happening in front of him! This isn't even Sabrina but he's feeling this way?! What if Sabrina was never raped to death?!

That's it! Without hesitating, she walked in front of him, “Craig, I…”

“Emily, is it just me or does she look like Sab?” Craig interrupts her, his head nodding at Ms. Rosa.

Emily's heart sank. Sab? He still calls her by that pet name?

Clearing her throat, she said, “We got the report. Even the DNA results. You know Sabrina was long dead.” She emphasised.

Craig sighed, shrugging his shoulders, “I didn't forget. I know she's not the one.”

Craig looked at Emily like he was trying to gaslight himself into believing what he just said.

“So, let's go hom..”

Before Emily could finish, Craig was already walking away.

She turns and he is now starting in the midst of Ms. Rosa and other sophisticated businessmen and women.

“...Haha! I know Ms. Rosa will not be open to any form of relationship.” Mr. Harold said and the table all laughed.

“I think Ms. Rosa should be the one to make such rules? Haha!” Craig threw in a joke, but unfortunately, everyone laughed, except Ms. Rosa.

“Sabrina?” He lowered his voice, calling out her name and as she turned to face him, his heart skipped a bit.

“Who is Sabrina? And do I know you?” Ms. Rosa kept a straight face, sipping her wine with nobility.

“I am Mr. Gibson of Gibson Group. I'd like to go on a d..date with you… or a meeting… if you don't mind, I'll love to do business with..”

“You're being too forward. This is an event, not a nightclub… Besides, I'm not open to work outside the Guidotti Empire.” Ms. Rosa was blunt.

Craig froze. He swallowed the rest of the words he wanted to say. This isn't the same Sabrina he married… his wife was soft and would never be this cold towards him.

Sabrina was indeed dead!

“I almost thought you were my wife. You look so much like Sabrina De La Rosa.” He remarks.

“Get your eyes checked then. I threw up in France, I don't know who you are.”

“I know.” Craig tells her. Sabrina could never be this strict, confident, sophisticated and rich. “But don't turn my offer down. We are going into the fashion world and I want you in my company… I could draft the contract out. I could even talk to Mr. Lucas if it's okay by you… 65%. The terms are going to be in your best interests, trust me.”

She stared at him, emotionlessly, “In what part of my ‘no’ don't you understand?”

Craig signed. He has heard a lot about her, but never knew she was this strict and difficult to convince.

“Because I know the profit is going to be beneficial to both parties.”

Rosa turned to the table, not willing to give him a listening ear. Yes, this deal may be beneficial to her and make her more popular, but he needs her more than she needs him.

“You don't have to show up everyday. You get to decide…”

“Propose your offer to the Guidottis. If you get lucky, you'll receive a call.” Rosa stood from her seat, walking away from the table without turning to see the expression on Craig's face.

“Shit!”

A second into her walk, Sabrina bumped into someone. Looking down at her chest, it was soaked with red wine.

The bump was too hard, it almost felt deliberate. Raising her head to see who she bumped into, her eyes fell on none other than Emily, who was holding an empty wine glass in her hand.