Gwynlanâs face darkened, but she she was not so agitated as before.
"Miss Lowe, I know you and that friend of yours are born poor and never think before you speak, and I canât stop wondering how you were brought up. You said that Zachariah is not the father of the baby in Coraâs womb. Are you suggesting that Cora is unfaithful to him?"
Ophelia didnât know what to reply because it indeed was a thoughtless remark.
Zachariah pinched her waist a little while Ophelia took the hint immediately.
Ophelia replied, "You took me wrong, Mrs. Fletcher. I didnât mean that way. But if you must assume your daughter is cheating with some other man, I have nothing to say."
Gwylan gave a sneer.
Zachariah held Opheliaâs waist tighter and chimed in, "Mrs. Fletcher, Ophelia is hungry and Iâm going to take her out to eat now. Please look after Cora, and Iâll be back in the evening."
Gwylan, nevertheless, stopped Zachariah and said, "Zachariah, be honest with me. Are you going to marry Cora or not?"
Zachariah knit his brows.
Seeing that, Ophelia answered Gwylan in a proper way, "Mrs. Fletcher, I know you watched Zachariah grow up, but do you think itâs appropriate to ask him such a question in his wifeâs presence? Nobody forces Miss Fletcher to be the other woman, and I can put up with her, but youâve gone too far by egging him on to divorce me."
Gwylanâs eyes were fixed on Zachariah. "Zachariah, Iâm waiting for your clear answer."
Zachariah replied, "Mrs. Fletcher, my wife is going to give birth very soon, and I canât divorce her now, legally or emotionally."
In other words, Zachariah wouldnât divorce Ophelia now. In this love triangle, Cora had to swallow the bitter pill for the moment. As for the future, it was hard to say whether he would marry her or not.
It was such a vague answer given by Zachariah.
Mrs. Fletcher heard that and her face clouded over with anger.
"Zachariah, Cora had a miscarriage for you, but meanwhile, youâre with your wife and your unborn baby. I can tell itâs a safe bet for you anyway, eh?
So, you were playing around with Cora, right?" scoffed Mrs. Fletcher.
Zachariah gave a frown.
"Mrs. Fletcher, Zachariah is no cheater. He has been trying to maintain balance among the love triangle. Miss Fletcher quit, and then came back in the halfway. Therefore, she became the other woman in the marriage between Zachariah and me, while Iâm the wife who gets hurt most. If there must be one to point the finger at others, Iâm afraid Iâm best qualified to be that person."
Ophelia looked calm, her tone gentle, but one could easily tell that she meant it.
Mrs. Fletcher appeared a little guilty. Indeed, her daughter was in the wrong from the beginning. It was wrong for her to have run away from the wedding five years ago, and she was also wrong for sabotaging othersâ marriage by being the other woman.
"Mrs. Fletcher, youâve always considered yourself to be the victim, but I beg to differ. I think Iâm the biggest victim in this relationship. I wonder what makes you think youâre in the position to blame Zachariah or ask me to quit? I fight for myself and my unborn baby in this marriage. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Now Ophelia sounded a little aggressive.
Gwylan looked at Ophelia with a scowl.
Zachariah held Opheliaâs waist in a possessive manner and chipped in, "Mrs. Fletcher, Iâm taking Ophelia out to eat now, and Iâll be back at night."
Gwylan nodded with a sullen face.
Gwylan watched Zachariah leave with Ophelia on his arm, her eyes glinting angrily. She clenched her teeth, took out her phone and made a call.
When the call was answered, she said to the phone, "Mr. Harrison, have you decided to fire Madeleine?"
It was unknown what Mr. Harrison said on the other end of the line, but Gwylan continued, "Mr. Harrison, itâs just a best-selling author, and I believe your corporation must have signed countless best-selling authors like her. As long as you fire her, the Fletcher Group will invest in your publishing business. Youâre a wise decision maker, and I donât think you arenât aware that itâll be a good bargain for you to trade a best-selling author for our support."
Mr. Harrison said something on the other end of the line before Gwylanâs face darkened. "Mr. Harrison, do you think the Fletcher Group isnât good enough for you? The Fletcher family isnât the greatest family of the city, but we are no puppets. Think it through, and I hope you wonât see the woods for the trees."
Gwylan turned grim upon hearing Mr. Harrisonâs answer. "Mr. Harrison, I think youâre biting off more than you can chew."
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The Vixen's Man ï¤15 Gwylan still looked sullen after listening for a while. "Mr. Harrison, I always thought you were a smart man, but it didnât occur to me that you would give up the great interests for a mere author. I wonder if youâre actually a philanthropist!"
She hesitated for a moment and went on, "Mr. Harrison, itâs better for you to hold your horses. Once you offended the Fletcher family, your business would be affected. Why would you do that to yourself?"
Gwylanâs face brightened gradually as she was listening to the long monologue on the other end. At last, she smiled, "Mr. Harrison, I knew youâre smart. Our investment funds will be transferred to your business account provided you dismiss Madeleine. Indeed, publishing business is not so profitable as other business, but the Fletcher Group has planned to try our hand at it in the last few years, so I can agree to what youâve asked."
Gwylan paused and smiled again, "Mr. Harrison, so weâve reached an agreement on that, and I hope youâll give me a satisfactory answer. After all, Iâm afraid itâs a stupid thing to do to rub the Fletcher family the wrong way for a mere best-selling author."
When she hung up, Gwylanâs beautiful face was distorted with fury. "Madeleine Lowe, arenât you good at fighting? Donât blame me for leaving you no way out in this city since you humiliated me yesterday. The Fletcher family is not just a name."
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