Julian Lancaster didn’t expect that after just parting with his flash-marriage wife this morning, he would encounter her at Zenith Group in the blink of an eye.
Even more unexpected was that she turned out to be Vincent Lancaster’s ex-girlfriend!
Felix Ford, sitting in the driver’s seat ahead, sensed the tense atmosphere within the car and didn’t dare to breathe too loudly.
Yet, he still mustered up the courage to remind, "President Lancaster? Isn’t that your cousin Warren Lancaster’s wife, Yvette Thompson? How did Miss Sinclair end up with her?"
Julian Lancaster’s eyes deepened, a sharp edge quietly overflowed.
He said in a low voice, "Go investigate Nina Sinclair and Vincent Lancaster."
Based on his trust in Sharon Lancaster, he had not investigated Nina Sinclair’s background, subconsciously assuming she was a rich heiress like Sharon. He didn’t expect such a big surprise was waiting for him.
The ex-girlfriend of his nephew!
Although he had no contact with Vincent Lancaster, when he joined Zenith Group, he had heard so rumors about him.
There were many rumors about Vincent Lancaster’s love life; his private life was far from clean. Many actresses and models had been involved with him.
Before a business trip, Felix had ntioned that a pregnant woman had co to him, but Vincent Lancaster had used money to deal with her.
Thinking about it now...
Sharon had said Nina Sinclair had just broken up with her boyfriend, and the timing coincidentally matched.
Was he being made a fool of?
Julian Lancaster’s expression turned colder, and the aura around him beca even icier.
At this ti, the information Felix investigated also ca out and was imdiately sent to his phone, which Julian Lancaster opened with a cold expression.
The first line he saw was about Nina Sinclair and Vincent Lancaster’s three-year relationship...
Her ex-boyfriend indeed was Vincent Lancaster!
Julian Lancaster took a deep breath, reached out, and rubbed his temples.
With Nina Sinclair’s kind of status and a disgraceful past like that, she certainly wouldn’t have the confidence to escape his grandfather’s pressure. It seed that this absurd marriage was going to end.
"President Lancaster, Mrs. Thompson has asked to see you several tis. Should we invite her over?" Felix’s voice sounded in his ear.
Julian Lancaster raised his hand, "No need, let’s go."
The low-profile luxury Rolls-Royce slowly drove into Zenith’s underground parking lot without attracting anyone’s attention, and neither Yvette Thompson nor Sierra Sinclair noticed.
"Mother-in-law, the people for the afternoon’s wedding arrangent have arrived. Would you like to co and have a look?" Sierra Sinclair asked with a smile.
"Okay, I’ll give you so suggestions." Yvette Thompson seed to think of sothing, she asked, "You and Vincent are getting engaged, when shall we et your father for a al formally?"
Sierra Sinclair’s expression changed slightly but quickly returned to normal.
Yvette Thompson looked down on Nina Sinclair’s family background, and similarly, she looked down on hers.
However, her mother worked as a housekeeper for the Sinclair Family in Crestfall, and she knew quite a bit about their affairs. She heard from her mother that Byron Sinclair had a big daughter.
Unfortunately, by the ti her mother started working as a maid, the eldest daughter was no longer there; it was said that she had fallen out with the family and left. Her mother had never t her.
Now, information about her was untraceable even within the high society circles, so Sierra Sinclair devised a plan, falsely claiming she was Miss Sinclair.
Later on, things indeed went smoothly; Yvette Thompson changed her attitude and beca very pleased with her. She successfully reached the engagent stage with Vincent Lancaster.
Sierra Sinclair’s gaze fell on her abdon.
Next, she would have to rely on her belly to give a good performance.
She quickly returned to her senses, softly smiling as she said, "Mother-in-law, my father is currently busy with charity work, he doesn’t have ti right now. Once things settle down, I’ll arrange for you to et."
Yvette Thompson’s brows furrowed slightly.
Sierra Sinclair had sent her pictures taken at the Sinclair ho, including quite a few with Byron Sinclair. Yvette Thompson harbored no suspicions; there had been recent news about Byron Sinclair attending charity events.
She let out a breath, nodding considerately, "Alright then, once your father has finished his work, we’ll et, no rush."
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