Chapter 11 Official Announcement
Eileen ignored Fremont. She walked right past him, took off her coat, and put down the coffee she had sipped. Then she got herself a glass of water
Helga had left. The spacious room was filled with an oppressive silence, broken only by the faint sound of dripping water.
Eileen’s indifference almost drove Fremont crazy.
It was like the monster inside him was about to break free from the chain of reason and come roaring out.
He gritted his teeth to hold back the jealousy welling up inside him and walked towards Eileen step by step, trying to sound as gentle as he could.
“Eily, tonight I…”
Eileen leaned against the bar, cup in hand, looking relaxed. She looked at the man coming toward her.
His body, which he had kept in shape by working out in the gym for years, looked good in the suit. The high–end fabric of the suit only added. to his sharp, distinguished look, and there was an undeniable air of authority about him.
The young and innocent look he used to have was all gone now.
Eileen cut him off, “The surprise you were planning for me was taken by someone else.”
“Yeah, it’s a misunderstanding.”
She took a sip of water, and a smirk played on her lips. “Fremont, do you
Eileen pushed him away. “The truth doesn’t matter. It won’t change what happened between you and Chelsea. Fremont, stop wasting your time on me. You know I won’t change my mind.”
“Iloney.” Fremont held her cold hand.
“If you still have any decency and remember how I helped you in the beginning, don’t get in the way of my comeback. And as for you and Chelsea, I don’t have the energy to deal with it.”
Eileen pulled Fremont’s fingers apart one by one. “I saw the fireworks, but
I think the ones we watched together when we pushed through the crowds in our teens were the best.
“Fremont, we can’t go back.
“So, let me go.”
She walked back to the bedroom. Fremont could only watch as she disappeared around the corner of the stairs.
He reached out like he wanted to grab her, but she seemed so fragile, like she might break into pieces if he held on too tight.
His fingers twitched in the air, but he didn’t catch anything.
He whispered, “Eily…”
Suddenly, his eyes landed on the coffee cup on the table.
There was a label on it: Orange C Americano, Grande, hot, no extra
sugar.
At the bottom was the brand’s logo and address–Chasren Airport outlet. Airport?
Eileen left Grastro Bay and got home in just forty–five minutes. If she had gone straight home, it would have taken less than half an hour. That meant she spent over ten minutes outside watching the fireworks.
And she wasn’t alone. She was with a guy.
This guy was the same one who had been with her for three days in Palsbury!
Fremont called Alfred, asking him to check the flights from Palsbury to Warington.
As soon as Alfred answered, he freaked out.
“Mr. Woodward, we’ve got a problem! You were supposed to make the official announcement with Mrs. Woodward today, but Chelsea got in the way. I managed to pull back the press release, but Ms. Woodward went ahead and sent it out anyway, with that photo of you on your knees. Chelsea also posted a selfie, making the news official. It has gone viral online now!”
Fremont crushed the coffee cup in his hand, and the coffee splashed all over him.
His carefully planned announcement had been ruined by Chelsea.
He thought that once the announcement was made, Eileen would consider the company’s interests and wouldn’t bring up divorce anymore.
So he hadn’t planned for a backup and had the Publicity Department prepare the release.
Pulling it back now would be bad for the company!
What was supposed to be a romantic move had totally backfired, just like the coffee that had soaked him.
“Mr. Woodward, what do we do now? Everyone thinks your wife is Chelsea. Should we clear this up right away?”
Fremont tossed the coffee cup into the trash, his forehead creased in worry. “I’m about to sign with Cameron. I’ve been working on this deal in Mercland for two years, and this is the worst possible time for this mess. No matter if we delete or explain, it’s too late. Announcing the wrong wife is a huge blunder. Do you think Cameron will still talk business with me? If this deal falls through, all my hard work goes down the drain!”
“So, you’re saying…”
“Let it die down. Don’t delete the announcement yet. Keep a lid on the news online. In a few days, people will stop caring.”
Alfred sounded a bit stuck. “But Mrs. Woodward…”
“I’ll deal with her. As for Chelsea, get the immigration papers ready and get her out of the country ASAP. And-”
Fremont’s voice was ice–cold, and he spoke in a slow, deliberate manner, “And find out where that pain in the neck, Ursula, is right now.”
Eileen was sitting in the bathtub. Through the floor–to–ceiling windows, she saw Fremont rush out and drive away. Even his back looked mad.
She checked her phone. The top story on every app was the same: “The Wife of the CEO of the Woodward Group Is Rising Starlet Chelsea!”
The picture showed Fremont kneeling.
Chelsea had eyes sparkling with delight and couldn’t hide her happiness. The man had his back to the camera, his face impossible to see.
But who cared what his face looked like? What mattered was that tonight, everyone would know that the wife Fremont had kept a secret was
Chelsea
Chapter 11 Official Announcement
Eileen knew Fremont had been busy working on the deal with Cameron lately. So, would he clear things up?
Ding!
A message came in on her phone.
Welburn: “Are you asleep?”
