"He died, I think the saddest person must be his fiancée, right? The wedding was just around the corner, and then this happened. Her dream of marrying into a wealthy family was shattered, wasn't it? It's like she was doomed never to become a young madam."
"But I heard they got their marriage certificate in advance, so even if Matthew Saxon died, she wouldn't really lose out, right? She could get a substantial part of the inheritance."
"Pfft, dream on. Do you think today's rich kids are all fools? In such mismatched marriages, they would've signed a prenuptial agreement before the wedding. I doubt she'd get much."
The conversation from the women at the neighboring table wasn't loud, yet every word made its way to Scarlett's ears.
Every sentence in their discussion carried the word 'death.'
This was the last thing Scarlett wanted to hear.
Why did everyone think Matthew Saxon was already dead?
Hadn't they still not found him? Why couldn't someone believe he was still alive?
