Chapter 124

Chapter 124 Vivian’s expression turned serious. Steve, realizing he couldn’t hide it, smiled and pulled her to the garden My den, you’re sharp.

If Evan likes Secretary Wen, would you approve?”

Vivian was silent. She couldn’t say yes insincerely. She wouldn’t mind if it were someone else’s son, but this was her own. She didn’t interfere with her son’s choices, as long as the girl was virtuous and from a respectable family, and he truly loved her; she didn’t insist on a perfect match. Though, a good match would be better. Didn’t you say, a woman, alive, anyone is fine?” Steve teased, seeing her hesitation.

Vivian angrily punched him. “What parent doesn’t want their son to find a good partner? Realizing her words were wrong, she said, “I’m not saying Secretary Wen is bad. I’ve heard about her; Old Chen told me she’s a kind, capable person, just unlucky in love. I hope her next relationship is happy.”

Steve saw through her.“But it can’t be Evan, right?”

Vivian:“... Fine, fine, I’m not generous enough. I’m hypocritical. As if you’d agree. Evan is our eldest son, the heir. So many eyes are watching him. Any misstep will be magnified. And even if we agree, would Grandma? We can’t ignore everything.”

Steve sighed.“Yes, he represents the Jones family; he can’t be reckless.” Smiling, he patted his wife’s shoulder. Don’t worry too much. These are just guesses. Maybe we’re overthinking it. Didn’t you arrange several blind dates for him? Let him meet some people.”

Vivian nodded, less optimistic than him.

Julian had Evan’s number and WhatsApp. Evan didn’t refuse. So, after a night of heavy drinking, he saw the Moments post.

Strawberry mousse... His eyes burned. That brand, that flavor–his wife’s favorite! The word “wife” reminded him they’d divorced yesterday; she wasn’t his wife anymore. It was over. He’d lost her forever... A deep emptiness filled him. The strawberry cake was a cruel reminder.

She’d moved on to Evan so quickly? She’d lied to him! The jealousy and resentment fueled his anger. He used a new number to call me. Since I’d blocked him, it was the only way.

I was in the passenger seat; the car was entering Jones Group’s underground garage. My phone vibrated. An unknown number.

Not Julian again. We were divorced; he seemed calm; he shouldn’t be bothering me. Maybe the police? I answered.“Hello.”

“You promised! Olivia, you’re a great actress! Why didn’t you keep acting? You couldn’t wait to find a replacement...” Cold fury filled the voice.

“...” I hung up. I rubbed my forehead wearily. I’d overestimated Julian; another episode of madness.

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