Chapter 16 Found the Mysterious Guy
Cedrick drove Eileen home. Eileen pulled out a clean handkerchief from her bag. “By the way, give this to Welburn. I’ve washed it. Tell him. thanks.”
“Don’t mention it, Eileen,” Cedrick said with a smile.
As they pulled up, Fremont appeared in the courtyard.
He caught a glimpse of Cedrick’s back. Cedrick was tall and slender, about 1.8 meters.
Earlier that day, Alfred double–checked the passenger list from last night’s flight to Warington. He spotted a suspicious name in first class: Danilo Frey. Danilo had acted with Eileen before.
Rumors had it that Danilo had gone to a famous chapel in Palsbury to pray after a string of bad luck. That was probably where he picked up the sandalwood scent.
Fremont didn’t get why Eileen chose Danilo as a pawn for her comeback. Danilo was ordinary–looking and posed no threat.
Fremont finally felt relieved. He smiled gently and walked toward her. “Eily, you’re back. Did you go out for dinner with friends today?”
Eileen looked at him coldly. “Fremont, do you not understand what I’m saying? Please move out. If you don’t leave, I will.
“By the way, I’ll find a lawyer tomorrow to draft a divorce agreement.”
Fremont’s face turned cold at the words. He suppressed his annoyance and kept his voice gentle. “I’ve already applied for immigration for Chelsea.
She’ll be leaving soon
He tried to hug her, but Eileen put her hand on his chest, keeping him at bay “I don’t care and don’t want to know about you and Chelsea.
“I’ve never been joking about divorce. If you’re not mentally prepared, you can start getting used to it now. You should know my character.”
Eileen said firmly. “Once I make a decision, I won’t look back.”
With that, she left with a poker face.
As she walked past him, he caught a sharp whill of the sandalwood scent he despised.
That night, Fremont didn’t leave. After she went to her room, he turned on the playback function of the surveillance.
The parking lot camera was far away, and the streetlights were dim. Cedrick had his back to the camera the whole time, and only a few side- profile shots were too blurry to make out clearly.
Fremont thought. “Judging from his figure, it should be Danilo.”
He made a phone call. “Yes, it’s Danilo. Don’t let him have it easy.”
Fremont lit a cigarette. He leaned against the courtyard wall and tilted his
head back to blow out a smoke ring.
The white smoke filled his face. He stared at the moon and murmured softly. “No one can take you away.”
That night, he slept on the sofa.
It was his usual trick. Before, every time he made her angry and she kicked him out of bed, he would hug the quilt and sleep on the sofa.
She always scolded him with a sharp tongue, but she had a soft heart. Soon, she would let him back into bed.
Only one light was left on in the living room.
Fremont looked toward the staircase, but the little figure he was expecting never appeared.
Fremont smiled helplessly. This time, she probably wouldn’t forgive him easily.
But he was still happy to be under the same roof as her.
“Eily, one day you’ll forgive me,” he thought.
Eileen didn’t feel sleepy when she went back to her room. She knew it was impossible to expect Fremont to prepare for the divorce.
She contacted an old lawyer friend and made an appointment to meet
tomorrow.
She began to think about the new drama, starting with the director.
Bonita wasn’t in good shape for the job. After much thought, she finally settled on a candidate from the Palsbury circle.
He was very famous and had a bad temper.
Eileen had wanted to cooperate with him for a long time. She contacted a few people in the industry to inquire about him.
After doing all this, she took out the script and studied it carefully.
Her father died early. After her mother divorced Welburn, she remarried and had been out of touch for years. She only had Noelle left.
Alone without parents, Eileen would no longer be tied down by anyone in
the future.
She just wanted to do the things she liked.
Eileen finally fell asleep early in the morning and didn’t get up after nine the next day.
She leaned on the railing, yawned, and went downstairs.
A middle–aged woman’s voice sounded. “Mrs. Woodward, you’re truly blessed. You made Fremont sleep on the sofa. You didn’t make breakfast and slept until so late.”
Eileen stood on the staircase, looking down at the woman who was supposed to be her mother–in–law.
“Why are you here?” she asked indifferently.
The woman sitting on the sofa in the living room was dressed in a fancy suit, with a top–grade jadeite necklace around her neck and jewelry everywhere.
Fremont’s mother and sister both gave off the air of nouveau riche.
They were poor for most of their lives. Now that Fremont was successful, they were finally in the spotlight. They wouldn’t miss any chance to show off.
“What? Can’t I come to Fremont’s home?” Mayra Kaufman was dressed up, but it didn’t hide her mean look.
Eileen walked to the water bar, poured herself a glass of water, took a couple of sips, and casually asked, “Do you want some water?”
This behavior made Mayra very uncomfortable.
She started scolding, “Look at you. You’re disrespectful to us and refuse
to have kids. You’re living off Fremont and using his money. You’re completely useless.”
Eileen sat on the sofa. “Did you come here today to scold me?”
Mayra snorted. “Of course not.”
She took out a pre–drafted divorce agreement from her bag and threw it on the table. “In the past, a woman like you would have been sent away. Fortunately, there’s no such policy now. Sign this.”
Eileen saw the property division on it. Fremont would pay her 1.6 million dollars in compensation, and the rest of the property would go to
Fremont.
Mayra continued, “We’re being kind to give you 1.6 million dollars. Otherwise, who would give so much money to a lazy and useless woman like you?”
Eileen was so angry that she laughed. “Am I getting married or doing charity? If you’re so greedy, why don’t you go to the kitchen, get a knife, and cut meat off my body directly? That would be faster.”
Seeing that she wasn’t cooperating, Mayra became even ruder. “Surely you’ve seen the news. I’ve always said that Fremont would dumb you sooner or later! Chelsea is well–behaved and sensible, much better than you. Hurry up and sign, and make way for her.”
Eileen held the cup, lowered her eyes to hide her expression, and said in a cold voice, “What if I don’t sign?”
“At this point, do you still have a choice? Everyone knows that Chelsea is Mrs. Woodward. If Fremont really loved you, he would have clarified it immediately.”
After all these years, Mayra finally felt vindicated.
