Elliot answered the call. “Hello?”
“Hello, is this Mr. Elliot Presgrave?”
“Speaking. To whom am I speaking?” Elliot asked courteously.
After introducing himself, the caller then brought a piece of news that surprised
Elliot. Artie‘s getting married this Saturday?!
“Alright, I‘ll definitely be there.” At that, Elliot couldn‘t help asking, “Pardon me for asking, but may I
know the name of the bride?”
“She is Miss Emily Jennings, the daughter of the Weiss Family‘s prominent biologist.”
“Alright, please tell Arthur I said hi.” Elliot waited until the caller replied before hanging up, then entered
the elevator with his phone in his hand.
I thought
Sophia would surely be his wife, but to think that he‘ll be marrying someone else. This sure is unexpect
ed.
Meanwhile, in Bourgeois, Anastasia began sorting out the documents piled up on her desk soon after
her meeting ended. While she was preoccupied, a knock came at the door.
“Come in,” she said.
When she realized the person behind the door was her beloved and not Grace, Anastasia couldn‘t help
propping her chin up with a beam. Then, she looked at him with adoration. “What brings you here?”
On the other hand, Elliot removed his suit jacket, put it on the couch, then went behind her to massage
her shoulders, helping her relax her muscles. Anastasia leaned partially against him while enjoying it,
taking in her beloved‘s love and care.
“I got a call from Artie‘s family informing me to attend his wedding this coming Saturday,” Elliot
mentioned the call he got earlier.
“So soon?” Anastasia looked up at him with surprise.
However, a hint of resignation laced Elliot‘s voice. “Sophia‘s not the bride.”
Anastasia‘s smile froze in an instant. Disbelief very quickly enveloped her face as she
thought, How is it not Sophia?! They‘re so in love!
“How can this be? Why isn’t it Sophia? Have they broken up? It‘s only been a few days
since the banquet, and Arthur‘s already marrying another woman?! What‘s going to happen to Sophia
then?” Anastasia rambled on.
Elliot, too, thought it was unlike Arthur to do something like this. The man he knew was definitely not a
womanizer.
“Maybe he took his family‘s future into consideration and accepted his grandmother‘s arrangements.
The woman he‘s marrying is the daughter of a biologist, and they are probably very reputable.”
“This doesn‘t mean he can dump Sophia so heartlessly, does it? Does Sophia know about this? She
isn‘t being kept in the dark, is she?” Anastasia truly felt bad for Sophia, feeling that it was unfair for her.
It was probably because she liked Sophia that she naturally sided with the woman and thought Arthur
was somewhat a douche.
“Are you going to tell her about this?” Elliot asked.
“How sad would it be of her if she‘s kept in the dark while still hoping that Arthur would come around?!”
Anastasia bit her lower lip and made a decision. “I‘m going to tell her about it.”
“Since I‘m going to comfort her, I‘ll go over to her place. Pick Jared up, will you? I’ll come home a little
later,” Anastasia said to Elliot.
He didn‘t say no to it, for he couldn‘t defend his brother from another mother too much on this, lest he
really wanted to piss his wife off.
Anastasia took Grace with her, and on the road, the latter called Sophia asking where she was and if
they could meet up.
Sophia and Grace were on good terms as well, so the former said she was at home and later sent her
address over.
“We‘re just around the corner, Sophia. Why don‘t you come down? We‘ll talk at a nearby cafe.”
Sophia agreed happily, and it wasn‘t until she came out of her apartment complex and entered the
domineering black sedan that she realized Anastasia was joining as well. “Anastasia, I didn‘t expect to
see you too!”
Seeing there wasn‘t a hint of sadness in Sophia, Anastasia immediately knew this girl was still clueless
about Arthur‘s upcoming wedding.
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