Chapter 127

Linda first sent the photo to Ned before calling him.
“Hi, Mr. Fletcher. We just received news that Angeline is having dinner with Simon. It seems like they’re having fun.
“We don’t know if Angeline has told him that she was the one that saved him. We’re a bit worried because she hasn’t signed the NDA. I’ve sent the photos to your WhatsApp. Please have a look.” Ned clicked open the photos after hanging up the phone.
Angeline wore a champagne gown with her hair clipped into a bun with a pearl barrette clip in the photo.
The restaurant’s atmosphere looked pleasant. Warm light shone over Angeline, accentuating her beautiful features. She was wearing a smile as she whispered into Simon’s ear, looking extra dazzling.
On the other hand, Simon was wearing a suit and a bow tie, looking like an aristocrat from the Renaissance period.
Together, they looked stunning yet unpleasant to Ned’s eyes.
Ned subconsciously grasped his phone and ran out of the room after grabbing his woolen, long coat from the sofa.
After hanging up the phone, Linda thought momentarily before telling Ingrid, “Ingie, I’m not trying to suspect Mr. Fletcher, but I think the both of you put too much faith in Angeline. You can’t just simply believe what she said!
“We’re leaving for Lonla tomorrow. We must find Angeline immediately to learn if she has told Simon the truth! As long as Simon doesn’t know the truth, we must get Angeline to sign the NDA, no matter what it takes!”
Ingrid bit her lip. She looked troubled, but she didn’t refute Linda.
As they arrived at the hotel where Angeline was staying, Simon chivalrously held the car door open and extended his hand to help her out of the car.
After watching Simon leave, Angeline wrapped her woolen coat tighter around her. She was about to enter the hotel when she was stopped by a man in a suit. “Excuse me, Ms. Emmerson. I’m Llyod, Ms. Monica’s bodyguard. She is Mr. Lawson’s fiancée, and she would like to invite you for a cup of coffee.
“It’s at the café directly across from here. Please kindly join her.”
Angeline grabbed her coat firmly and nodded.
“Okay
As she arrived at the café opposite the hotel, Angeline saw Monica. She was Sean’s fiancée, as arranged by Mr. Lawson Senior. Monica wore decent-looking office attire, with her coat on the sofa. She emitted an outstanding disposition that belonged to an elite. When she saw Angeline walking toward her, Monica hung up her phone and smiled as she stood up to shake Angeline’s hand. “Hello, Ms. Emmerson. I’m Monica Scott,” Monica said benevolently, befitting a graceful daughter from an aristocratic family. “Hello, Ms. Scott. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”
Angeline shook Monica’s hand.
They sat down, and Monica went straight to the point.
“Sorry for the sudden invite. I’m returning home tomorrow morning, so there isn’t a lot of time for us to talk.
“To save our time, I’m not going to beat around the bush with you. Please bear with me if I say something offensive.”
Angeline nodded.
“Although Sean is reluctant to admit it, I’m his fiancée as arranged by the Lawson family. If you don’t believe it, you can ask him,” Monica said with a smile.
“I know you and Sean had registered your marriage in Ravoria. But Ms. Emmerson, you’re from Emmerson Village. Mr. Lawson Senior would never accept someone with your background as his daughter-in- law.
“Sean, however, although he will be the heir of Lawson Global, is merely the Lawsons’ adopted son! I don’t know what you want from getting together with Sean. If it’s money, then name your price.”
Monica continued, “But if it’s for Sean, I will gladly acknowledge your marriage to him. But do understand that Sean and I must get married. If Mr. Lawson Senior learns that Sean defied him and married you in Ravoria, I’m afraid he will not let you or Sean off that easily.”