The aning is quite clear, it’s preventing Felicia Quentin from using this pool.
Even if it feels dirty and you don’t want to use it yourself, you don’t let the other person use it either.
This really made Felicia Quentin furious, but Clara Huxley had already turned to Serena Sterling, introducing the things here, telling Serena which items would be good to use.
"Ma’am, please." The manager said to Felicia Quentin.
Felicia Quentin snorted and then left in her bathrobe.
After Felicia Quentin left, only Serena Sterling and Clara Huxley were left here.
Clara Huxley held Serena’s hand once more.
"It should be like this," Clara Huxley said, "be generous, whether you are being yourself, Serena, or being Silas’s fiancée, you should always be like this."
"There’s nothing disgraceful about getting divorced and remarried!"
Serena felt touched, and a little embarrassed.
"But she’s your friend, Mrs. Huxley."
Clara Huxley said nonchalantly, "Not really a friend, just soone I do beauty treatnts with."
As she was speaking, Clara Huxley’s phone chid. She glanced at it and then handed it over to Serena to look at.
Serena took a look at the phone.
It was investigative information from Clara Huxley’s side.
[Felicia Quentin has been close to the Langley Family recently. It’s said that her family took on a project from the Langley Family, promising to connect the Langley Family with the eldest master.]
Clara Huxley cursed, "I didn’t hold it against her and now she’s scheming against , talking back and acting high and mighty."
Serena couldn’t help but chuckle.
Clara Huxley glanced at her.
Serena smiled and said, "Silas really is quite popular."
Even though Serena knew that with Silas Hawthorne’s status in Aeston, there wouldn’t be a shortage of people who liked him, but over these days, she never saw won with special connections around Silas, which led her to have little sense of reality about it.
Now it seems, it’s not that there aren’t any; it’s just that Silas Hawthorne has already sorted out these troubles.
When they couldn’t gain anything from Silas, they started working on Clara Huxley.
Among Aeston’s big three, the Lawson Family, Hawthorne Family, and Ford Family, the marriages of their heirs have always involved not only love but also interest exchange relationships.
Business marriages are very common.
Just like the Ford Family, the eldest master married the daughter of another elite family, their family industries complented each other, so the eldest master had been sitting firmly in his position for years.
Alexander Ford also has a stable partner all along.
Jasper Ford, because he took over the entertainnt industry and being the youngest among the three brothers, has had lots of scandals but no declared romantic partner yet.
Though he has also been in contact lately.
Similarly, the won accepting the marriage, their family situations are also complex, with more consideration on the matching of conditions and exchange of benefits.
It seems quite realistic, as those who can truly follow their heart are few.
The most common situation is, marriage on the surface, while privately each does their own thing.
"There are indeed many who like Silas." Clara Huxley didn’t shy away, heading together with Serena to another pool under the manager’s lead.
She said, "It’s just that for many years, he’s always liked you, and there haven’t been any ssy won around him."
After changing into the bathrobe, Serena lay down to let the assistant give her a facial.
Serena stared at the ceiling, knowing that Silas Hawthorne was also taking on pressure, just that he handled it well, so it never ca to her face.
She needs to work harder, as only with strong capability on her own can she combat gossips like those Felicia Quentin ntioned before.
She doesn’t want to passively choose; she wants to have control in her own hands.
It’s not about discussing who Serena is worthy of, but about everyone seeing who she chooses.
After finishing her facial at the beauty parlor, Clara Huxley took Serena out shopping.
They swept through the mall.
Clothes, bags, jewelry, they bought everything in a circle.
On the other side, at the Hawthorne Tower, in the first conference room.
When Serena sent a ssage just now, he was in a eting.
Although he often spent ti with Serena, he had never neglected the affairs of the company.
Upon seeing the ssage sent by Serena proactively, a smile appeared in his eyes.
After replying to her ssage, he contemplated bringing her so snacks on his way back.
No matter what he raised, Silas Hawthorne liked to keep it well-nourished and plump.
Seeing Serena so thin, he always couldn’t help but feel distressed, wanting to feed her a bit more.
Thinking about this, Silas Hawthorne’s mind filled once again with Serena’s face, and he silently smiled.
"Mr. Hawthorne, Mr. Hawthorne?" a voice called out.
Silas Hawthorne lifted his eyes, looking towards the voice.
"What do you think about this result?" the other party asked nervously.
Silas Hawthorne nodded, indicating for the person to continue.
Soon, the eting was about to conclude.
It was a very routine eting.
"Are there any more questions?" Silas Hawthorne calmly asked, "If not, let’s end the eting."
At this point, several people exchanged glances with one another.
Silas Hawthorne looked at them, waiting for them to speak.
Finally, a middle-aged man with a slightly bald head spoke.
"Young Master, we heard that you’ve been closely involved with a woman nad Serena Sterling, and have even publicly proposed to her?" the bald man asked knowingly.
"Mm." Silas Hawthorne responded.
The people exchanged glances again, and the bald man asked, "Young Master, are you just having fun with her, or are you considering further developnt?"
Silas Hawthorne slightly furrowed his brow, deeply staring at the bald man for a mont.
Then, his eyes moved slightly, scanning the others present.
So people who t his gaze all lowered their heads.
Silas Hawthorne understood sowhat in his heart.
He said, "I’m planning to marry Serena."
This was not a discussion, but a notification.
"But Young Master, this doesn’t seem appropriate. She just recently divorced Julian Lawson, and Serena has a child..." The bald man paused, then said, "Young Master, there are plenty of good won out there; there’s no need."
Silas Hawthorne didn’t answer imdiately, but lowered his eyes, quietly waiting.
The others exchanged looks, seeing that Silas Hawthorne didn’t speak, thinking he considered the words and agreed with this viewpoint.
So, so people dared to speak openly.
"Yes, and who knows what happened between Serena and Julian Lawson. I feel Julian doesn’t seem content, and there’s no need to provoke The Lawson Corporation."
"Hasn’t it said online that Serena might not be able to conceive? Who’s going to take over the Hawthorne Group in the future?"
Seeing Silas Hawthorne still not speaking, soone gradually beca more daring—
"Young Master, there are plenty of won in the world, why choose a second-hand one and raise soone else’s child?"
"Clink!"
Silas Hawthorne placed his pen on the table with a crisp sound.
Just this sound made everyone fall silent.
"Are you finished speaking?" Silas Hawthorne began.
His voice was calm, and it was hard to discern his emotions or mood at the mont.
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