Francelia
Watching the trade show on TV, Thea Shaw clenched her fists, glaring fiercely at the woman on the screen.
"I told you so. Now do you believe ?" The man with his back to her turned off the television and spun around. "He’s not the sa person he used to be."
"Noel Lynch, just give ti! I’ll make him go back to the way he was before!" Thea Shaw’s expression was resolute, without a trace of hesitation.
"Don’t make fight a losing battle." Noel Lynch stood up and grabbed Thea Shaw’s chin.
A terrified expression crossed Thea Shaw’s face. "Trust ! Please, trust !" Her panicked expression and rushed words were proof enough of how much she feared Noel Lynch. She was terrified of him.
The Trade Show
The company’s employees were all suffering in silence, as if they’d just been force-fed durian. They had privately speculated about the relationship between Sumr Lancaster and President Yates countless tis, spreading all sorts of nasty rumors. Who could have possibly guessed that she was the actual First Lady of the company! Most of them were terrified. They were all scared stiff of Kenneth Yates’s reputation; who could guarantee they’d still have a job at the company tomorrow?
Only Serena Monroe offered a look of heartfelt congratulations.
The event transitioned into a ball, but Sumr Lancaster was still reeling from the announcent, unable to pull herself away from that mont. She sat alone on a sofa in the corner, lost in a daze. Her colleagues were all exceedingly respectful now, going out of their way to greet her. She wasn’t used to it. A large company like this was brimming with talent; everyone was proud, and everyone had their own agenda. An invisible sense of competition always simred, especially among peers. As a result, they rarely interacted outside of work-related matters.
Perhaps it was because she’d been branded with the title of ’the President’s wife,’ but Sumr suddenly felt uncomfortable with everyone’s warmth.
The very people who used to spread gossip about her were now coming over to strike up conversations, and even Kenneth Yates’s secretaries were being incredibly courteous to her!
"Why are you sitting here all by yourself?"
Sumr Lancaster looked up to see lody Donovan. "It’s nothing. I just... I’m still trying to process everything!"
lody Donovan smiled and sat down beside her. "You should be happy. At least this proves he really cares about you." lody picked up a glass of red wine from the table and took a sip.
Sumr Lancaster was so swept up in her own happiness that she’d completely forgotten Dominic Thorne was here too. ’I wonder if they’ve seen each other,’ she thought.
"Have you seen... him?" Sumr asked tentatively.
lody Donovan’s hand, which had been swirling her wine, suddenly stilled. She gazed out at the ballroom through the crimson liquid, her eyes growing cold. "Yeah, I saw him." She set down her glass and forced a smile. "Heh. You’re the main character today. We won’t be crossing paths again, will we? I’ll bury him deep in my heart, in a place that no one can ever touch."
Sumr grabbed lody’s hand. "lody, there are so many good n in the world. Why get so hung up on him? Soone will recognize how wonderful you are."
"Yeah, I’m sure there will be."
"Hey, sis-in-law, you should go dance with the big boss! He looks pretty lonely over there." lody had her back to Dominic Thorne, but she visibly tensed the mont she heard his voice.
"And who might this beauty be?" Dominic Thorne said, walking around to face lody. When he saw who it was, his expression faltered for a split second before instantly returning to normal.
"Long ti no see." Dominic Thorne extended his right hand.
lody didn’t say a word, her expression unreadable. Dominic had no choice but to awkwardly retract his hand.
"Dominic, what took you so long!" The curvy woman from before ran over and latched onto Dominic Thorne’s arm.
"Sary, perfect timing. Let introduce you. This is Sumr Lancaster, Kenneth’s wife. And this... is my friend, lody Donovan..."
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