The Husband I Loved for Eight Years Never Loved Me

Chapter 310: Chapter 310: Are You Showing Off to Me?

Chapter 310: Are You Showing Off to Me?

「That day.」

Rachel Royce received a call from Sharon Sinclair.

After a moment’s hesitation, she answered.

Sharon Sinclair’s voice came from the other end. "Evelynn, are you free tonight?"

Rachel replied, "I have plans tonight. What is it, Miss Sinclair?"

Hearing the change in address, Sharon Sinclair naturally picked up on her distant tone.

"I just want to have a proper chat with you. It won’t take up too much of your time."

"I’m sorry, Miss Sinclair. If this is about Miss Lawrence, then we have nothing to talk about."

Rachel’s attitude was cold. As soon as she finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

She put down her phone.

’Sharon Sinclair must have called because of Anna Lawrence. Something must have happened on her end.’

She soon found out what had happened. Of course, it wasn’t that something had happened to Anna Lawrence herself.

A manufacturing company under the Lawrence Group was suddenly exposed for fabricating its product performance data. This affected millions of users and instantly caused a massive uproar.

The story shot to the top of the news trending charts, and the media quickly descended to report on it.

For such a story to break so suddenly and for public opinion to ferment this quickly, it was obvious that a well-funded player was manipulating things from behind the scenes.

As she looked at the news, Rachel couldn’t quite describe what she was feeling.

Soon, she received another call from an unknown number.

She answered. "Hello, who is this?"

"It’s me, senior."

’She and Bianca Lowe didn’t have each other’s contact information. Bianca must have gotten the number from Sharon Sinclair.’

Rachel said coolly, "What is it?"

Bianca Lowe spoke slowly. "Senior, I know you have President Sterling and Mr. Sullivan by your side now, but it’s always best to leave yourself some leeway. To put it bluntly, no matter how high a position a woman reaches, she’s still at a disadvantage. No matter what, the blame for this will ultimately fall on you. This will create instability in both your personal and professional life. That’s why I sincerely feel there’s no need for you to make this such a public mess."

Rachel listened to Bianca Lowe, her expression calm. "So in your eyes, the Lawrence Family is really that useless? Judging by the exposé, this isn’t evidence that could be gathered in a day or two. Isn’t it more likely that Chalrton Lawrence has been in trouble for a while? And what, I’m supposed to take all the blame?"

"Bianca Lowe, you’re Tristan Sterling’s assistant now. I’d advise you not to meddle in things that don’t concern you."

Bianca’s tone remained unchanged. "It seems I was being presumptuous. In that case, I have nothing more to say. Sorry to have bothered you, senior. Goodbye."

She hung up.

Rachel put down her phone and glanced at the news again.

’Tristan Sterling wouldn’t be in any mood to do something like this right now.’

’So it could only be Alexander Sullivan. He and Chalrton Lawrence must have had conflicts for a long time. The exposure of this issue was just a matter of time.’

She couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh, suddenly feeling as if she had merely become the pretext for his actions.

’Tristan Sterling must also be well aware of what Alexander Sullivan has done. Given their families’ connections, Tristan and Chalrton Lawrence should have some sort of relationship, but he’s clearly just sitting back and watching it all unfold.’

’She had a strange feeling the two of them were definitely plotting something together.’

She stopped paying attention to the online news and went about her day as usual.

That evening, after dinner and getting washed up, Rachel lay in bed, reading a story to Melissa.

A Bentley slowly pulled up to the villa’s entrance. The man who got out saw Johnson Royce walking out of the villa and strode forward.

"Dad."

Johnson Royce handed the watch box in his hand to Alexander Sullivan. "The watch you picked out—your sister likes it a lot, too."

Alexander Sullivan reached out and took it. "As long as Rachel likes it. Is she home today?"

"Yes, she’s upstairs with Melissa."

The father and son exchanged a few words.

Alexander Sullivan said goodbye to Johnson Royce and prepared to leave.

Johnson Royce suddenly asked, "Alexander, when do you plan on telling your sister?"

In the dim light, a lonely look filled the younger man’s eyes. Alexander Sullivan pressed his lips together and said, "I’ll tell her when the time is right. For now, I’ll have to trouble you to keep it a secret, Dad."

Johnson Royce sighed. "I know you didn’t do those things intentionally."

A bitter feeling instantly welled up in Alexander Sullivan’s heart. He suppressed the churning emotions inside him and said, "Thanks, Dad. Hearing you say that is enough."

"Will you be staying in Kingsland for the New Year?"

Alexander Sullivan grunted in affirmation.

"That’s good, too," Johnson Royce said.

As Alexander got into his car and left, Peter Preston’s car slowly approached. Alexander saw him, then looked away and drove off.

Peter Preston stopped his car, rolled down the window, and looked at Johnson Royce. "Mr. Royce."

Johnson Royce nodded with a hum. "Go on and drive in. Your mother made your favorite dishes."

Peter nodded. He didn’t ask any questions and drove toward the underground garage. Johnson Royce turned and went back into the villa.

In the Bentley driving ahead, Alexander Sullivan saw the loving expression on Johnson Royce’s face through the rearview mirror as Peter Preston’s car slowly entered the villa grounds. As the car turned, their figures disappeared from view.

He suddenly stopped the car, his entire figure enveloped in shadow, looking desolate.

After a long moment, having composed himself, Alexander Sullivan started the engine again and drove away.

The car parked in the lot of a high-end club.

He arrived at a private room and stepped inside.

Seeing him, Tristan Sterling hung up the phone, picked up a bottle of red wine, and poured him a glass.

Alexander Sullivan walked over, sat on the sofa, and picked up the wine glass. He tilted his head back, took a sip, and asked, "Who was that on the phone?"

Tristan Sterling replied, "Who do you think? It seems you’ve had leverage on them for a long time."

Alexander Sullivan silently took another sip of wine.

Just then, Tristan Sterling noticed the watch on his wrist. He suddenly asked, "New watch?"

Alexander Sullivan set down his glass. As his gaze fell on the watch, his expression brightened slightly. "What do you think?"

Tristan Sterling looked at him, a faint smile on his lips. "Are you showing off to me?"

Alexander’s tone was calm as he replied, "Rachel picked it out for me. I think it suits me well. Don’t you?"

The curve of Tristan Sterling’s lips deepened slightly. "Indeed. It suits you very well."

Alexander pressed his lips together.

BUZZZ! BUZZZ! BUZZZ!

A phone started vibrating.

It was Alexander Sullivan’s phone. He picked it up, glanced at it, then set it aside, ignoring the call completely.

Tristan Sterling saw the caller ID. It was Jane Sullivan. The call continued until it automatically disconnected.

"Any plans for the holiday?" Alexander asked.

"How about we go racing tomorrow?" Tristan Sterling suggested.

Alexander said, "Rachel is taking Melissa to Corhaven, so I guess there’s no one to hold you back."

Tristan Sterling took a sip of his wine, a faint smile playing on his lips, but didn’t respond directly. "You’re not going back for the New Year?"

"There’s nothing to go back to."

Tristan Sterling didn’t press the matter.

During their conversation, Tristan Sterling received another call from Melissa. She reminded him of her instructions again, and Tristan could only agree.

That night, Jane Sullivan called Alexander Sullivan several more times, but he didn’t answer any of them.

For some, it was a sleepless night.

「The next morning at nine o’clock.」

Peter Preston drove Rachel Royce and Melissa to the airport.