Rebecca Quentin said worriedly, "Do you think they will really break up because of this?"

Mrs. Geoffrey spat a few times in quick succession, assuring, "Of course not... I trust Oversky."

France.

Sitting alone by the window, Christine Quinn quietly stared at the night outside.

The nighttime in the small town was peaceful and serene, perfect for reflection.

But Christine’s mind was a chaotic mess, filled with the words Howard Geoffrey had said to her during the day...

It turns out that he went to France to prepare the wedding for her, his lack of communication for days was because he wanted to surprise her...

Yet her surprise for him was an unannounced departure from home.

She didn’t know how he was feeling at the moment, but based on him not calling her all day, he must be upset.

She wanted to call him to explain, but for some reason, she couldn’t muster the courage...

Even if he had lost the wedding arrangements in France this time, it doesn’t mean that buying a bracelet and sending a recording to Jennifer Douglas didn’t happen...

If he thinks her decision to separate was impulsive, she can only say that this separation is indeed what she wants...

She couldn’t face someone every day while constantly guessing if she was still in his heart, she was utterly exhausted from this relationship...

Despite her fatigue, Christine still held her phone tightly in her hand after lying down.

Yes, she was waiting for his call...

Only by talking can they solve the problem...

Christine waited an entire night, eventually falling asleep with her phone still in hand.

Upon waking up, Christine’s first action was to check her phone, however, there was no record of a missed call on the screen...

Feeling somewhat letdown, Christine dialed his number but disconnected just before it went through.

The pride and stubbornness she usually worked hard to maintain now made her reluctant to bow to him...

No matter what, the fact remains he let Jennifer Douglas go. If he didn’t have some pity and affection, with his personality, why would he let her go so easily? Hence, he should be the one to explain...

Collecting her thoughts, Christine got up and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

During her grooming routine, the door to her room was suddenly knocked on.

Hearing the faint knocks from the bathroom, Christine felt a rush of excitement, hurriedly rinsing her mouth and rushing out.

Before opening the door, she had anticipated only Mr. Jones...

She thought he had come to find her, unable to contain her excitement, but as she opened the door, the person standing there left her momentarily stunned.

Surprisingly, it was Justin Walter, Skyler Jones’s subordinate.

Though disappointed he didn’t come himself, Justin’s presence eased her worried mind.

"Madam."

Justin called respectfully.

Christine smiled faintly at Justin, "Justin, long time no see."

Justin glanced around Christine’s hotel room, slightly furrowing his brow, "You’re staying in a hotel like this?"

To Justin, Christine’s chosen hotel seemed much too low-end.

Christine replied, "I find it quite nice here... Though it doesn’t have the service of a star-rated hotel, the decor is cozy, and the surroundings are lovely."

"But staying here would worry Mr. Jones."

"So, did he send you today?" Christine asked.

Justin shook his head, "Mr. Jones didn’t send me; I came to find you myself, but I called Mr. Jones before coming."

Christine was slightly taken aback, Justin wasn’t here to pick her up? Then...

The next second, Justin cleared up Christine’s doubts. "I came because I have something to discuss with you."

Christine nodded, "Then let’s talk inside..."

"Alright."

Christine poured a glass of water for Justin and then sat down on the sofa.

Justin placed the water aside and calmly began, "Madam, if Miss Quentin hadn’t called me, I wouldn’t have known you’re currently at odds with Mr. Jones."

Christine lowered her head, quite embarrassed, "Sorry for making you see this."

"I’m sorry, Madam, it’s all my fault."

"Ah?" Christine raised her gaze in confusion toward Justin.

Justin stood up from the sofa, bowing to Christine, and slowly said, "If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have misunderstood Mr. Jones... It’s all my fault."

Christine followed and stood up, "Justin, don’t be like this. Whatever it is, tell me clearly..."