Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right

Chapter 256

Chapter 256 Return With A Clear Conscience

Over at Angle Corporation’s top floor, the atmosphere was frigid.

Gwendolyn gazed frostily at the nineteen-year-old girl before her. She seems to know about what happened previously between me and Cedrick. However, she’s just an actress in the entertainment industry. How could she possibly know what went on in Fairlake?

She was still mulling over the matter when Evelyn pouted her pink lips and smiled innocently. “Why are you so nervous, Ms. Harris? I was only joking. However, it seems as though you have a secret, hm?”

Could it be that I’m reading too much into this? Gwendolyn looked stony-faced and did not say anything.

At that, Evelyn laughed and continued, “There’s a charity gala tonight, and I’m attending as Mr. Jenson’s plus one. It seems there’s no more room for you, his fiancée. Oh, dear. There’s no way he hasn’t told you about that yet, right? It looks like you’re not that important to him after all.”

She giggled, then flashed Gwendolyn a taunting smile before turning and taking the elevator down.

Gwendolyn stared at the young woman’s back until she had left the top floor, looking exceptionally grim.

Alarmed by her expression, Joanne hurriedly piped up to reassure her, “Don’t overthink things, Ms. Harris. It’s clear her visit was a show of power and to deliberately sow discord. You’ve always had a close relationship with Mr. Jenson. He must be taking her to the gala because of professional reasons.”

“Mmm,” Gwendolyn murmured simply. “You should get back to your work.”

She turned and went into her office, then immediately phoned a Shadow Bell subordinate. “There’s more to Evelyn than meets the eye. Look into her as soon as possible. I want to know every detail about her.”

“No problem, boss.”

After hanging up, she sat at her desk for a while, lost in thought. I can still hear Evelyn’s words ringing in my ears, and I can’t calm down. For some reason, she gives me such a strange feeling, and I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Her mind was still a million miles away when her phone rang.

After checking the caller ID, Gwendolyn answered her phone and said impatiently, “What is it?”

On the other end of the line, Cedrick was momentarily stunned. She was so gentle and sweet to me last night and this morning, but why has she suddenly turned so cold after being apart for a few hours?

“Gwenny, are you feeling unwell? Have you fallen sick?”

“No,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. Recalling what Evelyn had mentioned earlier, she asked tentatively, “I’ll be working at the office all afternoon. Will you be picking me up after work as usual?”

“Actually, that’s why I’m calling. I won’t be able to pick you up this evening. I have a gala to attend.”

Gwendolyn was silent for a long time after hearing his reply. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Quickly picking up on her displeasure, the man added softly, “Does your waist still feel tired? When I get back tonight, I’ll be your personal masseuse, and give you a massage to boost blood circulation, okay?”

She ignored the meaning behind his words and queried sourly, “If you’re attending a gala, will you need to bring a female companion? Who are you taking with you?”

“I’m taking Jenson Group’s brand ambassador for our new collaboration. It’s a female actress, but don’t worry. I’ll definitely keep my distance from her and go home with a clear conscience.”

A clear conscience, my foot! After cursing inwardly, Gwendolyn put on a sweet tone and replied with a tender smile, “Why are you getting so nervous, Ceddy? I trust you, of course.”

Cedrick felt relieved to hear her sounding like herself again.

However, her expression darkened almost immediately after the pair ended the call. As if I’d trust him! Well, I trust Cedrick, but I don’t trust Evelyn. She came to assert her dominance today. That shows she’s not easy to get along with or someone to take lightly. She’s planning to do something to Cedrick at the charity gala tonight, that’s for sure. Who knows how good he is at detecting scheming b*tches?

As a sense of frustration bubbled inside her, Gwendolyn caught sight of a glint of black and gold out of the corner of her eye on a pile of documents to the right of her desk.

It was an invitation card to the charity gala.

So I’m invited to the gala too? The invitation must have come in this morning, and I didn’t know about it because I was at the hospital. That’s perfect. I can go and watch what happens.

She immediately called Joaquin. While the Zipper family was considered a prestigious family in Fairlake, it did not have that level of status in Salinsburgh. Nonetheless, Joaquin was a celebrity in the entertainment industry who garnered much attention wherever he went. I asked him to come to Salinsburgh some time ago, and now, I can use him as a readily-available male partner!

That evening, a grand charity gala was held on the top floor of Monarch Hotel.

Evelyn looked elegant in a long, white dress as she sat in Cedrick’s Bentley limousine, heading to the hotel with him.

A small table separated her car seat from his. He wore an expression as cold as ice on his handsome face. There was no hint of warmth, and disdain was written all over it.

Although she could not see his face clearly, the chilliness radiating off him was unmistakable.

Tilting her chin, she gazed at him playfully. “I was envious when I saw the news about you and Ms. Harris, but you’re so indifferent toward me. Have you given all your tenderness to Ms. Harris?”

Cedrick stared straight ahead and took no notice of her.

Even so, Evelyn did not feel embarrassed in the slightest. With an innocent smile on her babyish face, she said, “I never had any siblings. I grew up alone. For some reason, however, I sense a closeness to you. I didn’t come from a well-off background, so I’m envious that Ms. Harris was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.”

Hearing that, he frowned but said nothing. I didn’t think anything of her remarks until she compared herself to Gwendolyn. She’s deliberately acting pitifully and is even going so far as to indirectly mock Gwendolyn.

Cedrick’s expression turned even darker as he pressed his thin lips together tightly and remained silent.

However, Evelyn did not notice anything. She continued in a coy yet pitiful tone, “If you could share some of that tenderness with me, even a little, I’d be content.”

Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a good reputation in the entertainment industry, plenty of male fans, and many wealthy suitors. Not many men could resist her advances.

However, Cedrick did not even spare her a glance as he responded in a low, glacial tone that seemed to pierce her to her core, “I won’t share anything that belongs to Gwenny.”

Although looking slightly hurt, Evelyn put on a brave front and laughed it off. “Please don’t take it seriously, Mr. Jenson. I was only joking around with you. However, I must say that you really dote on Ms. Harris. What a lucky woman she is. I’m envious.”

He ignored her.

It was deathly silent inside the car for a couple of minutes, and a hint of awkwardness hung in the air.

Evelyn felt slightly frustrated, but her intense desire to conquer his heart rekindled her determination. Hence, she attempted to strike up a conversation again, saying, “What made you think of taking the limousine to the charity gala, Mr. Jenson? I heard you have the only black, limited edition Shelby Supercars in Chanaea. I haven’t been lucky enough to experience how amazing that car is.”

The man still did not say a word. That car only has two seats. The passenger seat is reserved exclusively for Gwendolyn, so no other woman should not even think about sitting there.

Seeing that Cedrick did not answer, Nico piped up from the front passenger seat, “As the ambassador for the Rossi Project, you’re Jenson Group’s guest. Hence, a limousine better represents our respect for you.”

Evelyn was not too happy to hear that. To her, that sounded as though she was not good enough for the sports car. Looking aggrieved, she was about to say something when they pulled up in front of the hotel.

Before exiting the car, Cedrick warned her, “The reason for bringing you to this charity gala is for marketing purposes only. My fiancée is very strict. She doesn’t allow other women to touch me, so we won’t be linking arms for the entrance. Do you understand me, Ms. Evelyn?”

Her expression froze.