Chapter 133



At the mention of the need to talk to Jake, Kallie felt a bit lost and uncertain. Her relationship with Jake had become complicated. Perhaps visiting him might just push him further away.

Yet, Kallie understood Irene must have been desperate to ask for her help. Otherwise, Irene wouldn’t have approached her.

After a brief pause, Kallie sent her reply: “I’ll do what I can, but I can’t promise any miracles.”

Irene seemed relieved by this. “That’s all I ask. Just give it a shot. There’s always a possibility.”

Their conversation left Kallie feeling somewhat heavyhearted as she opened her messaging app to text Jake.

While typing, a sudden realization struck Kallie. Jake was currently away on a trip with Sarah. Bringing this up now could lead to another misunderstanding.

Deciding against it, Kallie chose to message Edgar instead. Initially, she considered being indirect. But she quickly dismissed the idea, knowing Jake was sharp enough to pick up on her true intentions, regardless. He might even ridicule her once she turned her back. It just wasn’t worth it.

Kallie texted Edgar directly: “Do you happen to know when Jake will be back? I need to discuss something with him.”

At that moment, Edgar was immersed in some pressing tasks. However, when he received Kallie’s message, his demeanor visibly changed, and a hint of relief washed over his tired face.

Energized by the interruption, Edgar didn’t respond immediately but hurried to Jake’s office, phone in hand.

In the office, Jake was perched on the edge of the desk, idly swinging a golf club, his handsome features set in a stern expression. Clearly, he wasn’t in the best of moods.

The sound of the door opening caused Jake to glance over with a slight frown. “What’s up?” he asked curtly.

Edgar moved closer and murmured something to Jake, who looked at him with mild annoyance.

“She just messaged you. Why the excitement?” Jake asked.

Despite his words, Jake extended his hand for the phone, which Edgar quickly passed to him.

Jake’s fingers moved swiftly across the screen as he typed out a response.

Curious, Edgar leaned in to glance at the screen and immediately regretted it.

Jake replied bluntly, “Why do you care when he’s coming back?”

This response gave Edgar an instant headache. He was drenched in a cold sweat as he cautiously spoke up. “Mr. Reeves, I would never address your wife in such a manner.”

“My wife?” Jake responded with a bitter chuckle, his eyes brimming with bitterness. “She’s eager to divorce me, yet you still treat her with such formality?”

Finding himself at a loss for words, Edgar simply gave Jake a complex look, understanding that those words didn’t truly reflect Jake’s emotions.

Kallie was taken aback by Edgar’s reaction, yet she pondered over Jake’s evident dislike for her. Given that Edgar was one of Jake’s subordinates, such a response wasn’t entirely unexpected.

Nonetheless, Kallie maintained her courtesy: “I apologize for the intrusion, but there’s something critical I need to discuss with Jake. It’s extremely urgent.”

Observing from the sidelines, Edgar weighed his next words. “Should I say that I’ll set up a meeting as soon as you return in a few days?”

After typing a few words, Jake handed the phone back to Edgar. “No need to delay. If it’s urgent, tonight it is.”

Edgar felt compelled to ask, “Mr. Reeves, do you intend to meet with your wife personally?”

Jake fixed Edgar with an icy glare. “See her myself? Remember, you were the one who made that arrangement, not me.”

Pressure mounted in Edgar’s chest as he tried to decode Jake’s unreadable expression. Left with no other options, he braced himself to confront the situation directly.

Meanwhile, Kallie arrived earlier than planned. She stepped out of the car and surveyed the club with a subtle furrow of her brow.

It was surprising that Edgar had chosen such a place.

Upon reaching the entrance, Kallie was halted by a security guard who informed her that the club was closed for a private event, requiring an invitation for entry.

After waiting outside for ten minutes without a glimpse of Edgar, Kallie’s patience waned. She then dialed his number.

Through the muffled background noise, Edgar’s voice came through, tinged with urgency. “Just a moment. I’m almost there.”

True to his word, Edgar appeared a minute later, rushing out of the club.

Kallie acknowledged him with a curt nod, her face expressionless. Edgar’s earlier reply echoed in her mind, questioning why she should bother about when Jake would come back. Although logical, it grated on her. She and Jake were still legally married, after all.

Catching the nuance of displeasure on Kallie’s face, Edgar felt misunderstood. He cleared his throat and gestured toward the entrance. “Mrs. Reeves, let’s get inside for a talk.”

Kallie gave a small nod and trailed behind Edgar as they entered the club and proceeded to a chamber.

Edgar courteously opened the door for Kallie.

Upon entering, Kallie was taken aback to find Dean and Melinda, with Melinda cradling a fancily dressed, yet clearly restless and crying little girl.

Dean sat beside them, his brow furrowed in displeasure.

It had been a while since Kallie last saw the child, who had been much smaller then. She marveled at how quickly the child had grown. Children did seem to grow up in the blink of an eye.

Kallie’s gaze lingered on the little girl in Melinda’s arms, and she instinctively touched her own stomach, a sense of anticipation stirring within her. She couldn’t help but wonder about her future child’s appearance and growth.

“You’re here,” Melinda announced, handing the wailing child off to a maid nearby. Though her tone was welcoming, her face remained expressionless. “It’s been so long. I was starting to think you and Jake had gotten a divorce.”

Melinda snickered, covering her mouth as she laughed sharply.

Kallie’s face registered a fleeting change, but she kept her composure, greeting them both in a polite yet reserved manner.

Dean shot Melinda a reproachful look. “Melinda, think before you speak. Even if they were to part ways in the future, Kallie will always be part of the Reeves family. She was the adopted daughter of the Reeves family, after all.”

Kallie ignored Dean’s comment and turned to Edgar, her expression serious. She posed her question on her phone: “Why did you bring me here?”

Edgar leaned in close, whispering, “Dean’s got the reins of the shipping company now. Maybe you should have a word with him.”

A headache began to build behind Kallie’s eyes. She had always found Dean difficult and unapproachable. And with Melinda there, who openly showed her disdain, things wouldn’t be easy.

Kallie felt like questioning whether all this was Jake’s idea.

Dean, cutting in with obvious irritation, said, “What do you want? I’m swamped and don’t have time for petty issues.”

Left with no choice, Kallie stood, took a deep breath, and started to type. She succinctly laid out the situation for Dean and shared her concerns: “I think there’s a big misunderstanding here. The Hayes and the Reeves families have worked together for years. It doesn’t make sense to sour things now over a misunderstanding.”

Dean’s reaction was unexpectedly fierce after he listened to her.

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