Upstairs, in the CEO’s office.
A large stack of freshly printed newspapers lay on the desk. Justin Kingston sat down in his office chair, gazing at the high-resolution wedding photo dominating the front page, his eyes deep and his expression calm.
This mother is too troublesome, was she always ?
Recalling her refusal to take her medicine, Justin felt a sense of helplessness.
The deep-rooted filial piety prevented him from protesting.
But now, Justin had new doubts. What exactly was his relationship with the children’s mother? ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel✦fire.net
He couldn’t possibly be in love with two women, right?
And there were photos and videos proving his childhood friendship with Monica Usher.
A clear female voice sounded. The distracted Justin looked up to see Barbara Sutton entering with a document.
She wore a smile, seemingly in good spirits. "Please review this, it’s urgent!"
Reaching out to take the document, he opened it for a detailed look.
Barbara’s gaze fell on the thick stack of newspapers, guessing the wedding had made countless tabloids a fortune.
The wedding site was truly beautiful, ultra-luxurious!
Justin signed the document, closed it, and handed it back to her. "Help me arrange a lunch with President Usher, at the western restaurant across the street, 11:30."
Barbara’s eyes widened, momentarily thinking she heard wrong!
She was stunned for a second before a radiant smile appeared, "Okay!" She took the document and quickly left.
In the adjacent vice-president’s office, Barbara rushed in, nearly losing her balance, "Great news! CEO Kingston has invited you to lunch! 11:30, at the restaurant across the street."
Monica Usher, upon hearing this news, could hardly believe it. "Are you sure?"
"He asked me to convey the message, of course I’m sure!" Barbara flashed a mysterious smile. "And the CEO’s desk is full of today’s newspapers, all about your wedding!"
"Then how... is his mood?" Monica inquired.
"Quite good! He’s invited you to lunch, how bad could it be?" Barbara twirled with the document, lost in a blissful atmosphere. "I feel his aura is incredibly gentle today, so handsome! Extremely charming!"
In Monica’s heart, it seemed a colorful flower blossomed, her lips curving into a sweet smile.
All morning, she eagerly awaited time to pass quickly, checking her phone every three minutes.
Justin taking the initiative to invite her was absolutely a first!
Her anticipation was immense!
After leaving the kindergarten, Mia Lane went to the riverside, strolling along the embankment. Did Gigi and Dolly stop attending school? This question lingered in her mind.
What does taking an extended leave mean? Where are they going?
The phone watch couldn’t connect, and unauthorized numbers couldn’t get through.
Walking against the river breeze, a thought occurred to her, and she stopped, further solidifying her belief.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of Emerald Cove.
Unsure if Anton Miller had someone following her, she was still deeply concerned about her son and daughter, deciding to investigate the situation herself first.
So, Mia got out of the car and was stopped by the newly replaced guard at the entrance.
"..." She glanced inside, inquiring politely, "May I see Butler Shelby?"
"Are Gigi and Dolly inside?" Mia asked directly, "I’m the children’s mother."
The man replied without warmth, "Refusing to disclose."
"..." Mia hit a wall.
The place was heavily guarded, with the security changed.
With the wedding about to take place, Kristina Kingston must have made all sorts of arrangements inside and out.
Therefore... seeing the children would be harder than climbing Everest.
They might have already been sent abroad for schooling.
Looking at the familiar scenes in the courtyard, gazing at that beautiful large villa, memories flowed like a spring towards her, making her heart ache with a biting sourness.
At 11:30 a.m., in the Italian-style western restaurant.
Monica Usher arrived half an hour early.
Justin and she sat across the table from each other. He wore a fitted Armani bespoke suit, his chiseled handsome features, and the elegant, albeit cold, demeanor still deeply attracted her.
Monica looked at him, her lips curled in a smile, the scene felt dreamlike to her.
The table was elegantly set, with exquisite dishes and two bottles of red wine valued over ten thousand dollars each. The server poured the decanted wine into the goblets and then left.
The soft melody of a violinist performing live filled the air, creating an extraordinarily romantic atmosphere.
"Can this wedding not take place?" Justin asked gently while cutting his steak, his voice low and magnetic.