Chapter 2208
When Love Comes Late
She had come intending to gauge Matthewâs feelings about the events of the previous night, but her eyes had caught the invitation to a charity dinner lying on his desk, and her strategy shifted.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Lindsay spoke softly.
âMatthew, I heard that the renowned doctor, Ronan Watts, will be at the annual charity dinner in Seamarsh tonight.
Could you get me an invitation? Iâd really like to meet himâ¦â
Matthew knew of Dr.
Ronan Watts-a leading expert in treating disability caused by nerve problems.
He had been considering asking Ronan to examine Lindsayâs legs but hadnât found the right moment to make an appointment.
The news that Ronan would be attending this yearâs charity dinner was a twist of fate.
The charity dinner in Seamarsh was the epitome of high society.
Each year, it attracted the créme de la créme from various industries.
A N G E L A âs L I B R A R Y
This influential event drew a glittering array of international celebrities, making it a highlight on the social calendar.
Given the eventâs prestigious nature, every guest needed a personal invitation-entry was strictly by invite only.
Glancing at the invitation his assistant had left on his desk, Matthew made up his mind.
âIâll take you there tonight,â he said, settling back in his chair.
Lindsay hadnât anticipated such a quick agreement.
Her heart swelled with a quiet triumph, though she kept her expression neutral.
She feigned hesitation and asked softly, âArenât you planning to take Stella? I heard each invitation allows only one female companion.
â
Matthewâs voice was icy as he replied, âNo.
â
Relieved, Lindsay felt a genuine surge of happiness.
After achieving what she wanted, Lindsay didnât linger.
With a considerate smile, she said, âAlright, Iâll let you get back to your work.
I wonât take up any more of your time.
â
With that, she flashed a bright smile and made her exit.
Instead of heading home after leaving Prosperity Group, Lindsay decided to pay a visit to Stellaâs studio.
Meanwhile, Stella was already at the studio.
Noticing that Stella had come in early that morning, Doreen felt a twinge of concern.
She immediately asked, âStella, did Mr.
Twitty and his crew give you a hard time last night?â
Stella, not wanting Doreen to worry, gave a reassuring shake of her head.
âNo, nothing like that.
â
Doreenâs brow furrowed with confusion.
âThatâs odd.
I got a call from Mr.
Quimby saying he couldnât get in touch with you.
I thought something might have happened.
â
Stella, unwilling to dwell on last nightâs events, replied casually, âI must have muted my phone and missed the call.
Donât worry about it.
Iâm here, arenât 1?â
Seeing Stella standing right there, Doreen didnât question her further.
Still, she couldnât help but grumble, âWell, thanks to you, Mr.
Twitty handed our sales channel back this morning.
I just donât get why these business people have to be so unpredictable.
â
Stella scoffed inwardly.
She knew full well that Jack and his crew werenât unpredictable in the slightest.
On the contrary, they were always looking for a way to mess with her.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
Doreen and Stella turned their heads toward the sound.