Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 122: Scheming to Win Over Lucy Taylor

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Scheming to Win Over Lucy Taylor

Not far away in a luxury car, Rosalind Jacobs stared intently at Elara Hale, who was engulfed by the crowd, a flash of resentment in her eyes.

She’s finished. The Sommers Family incident requires the Jacobs Family to give an explanation. Her brother and mother took her to the Sommers Family personally to apologize. The Sommers Family had only one request: whatever Haylie Sommers lost, she must lose as well.

The final negotiation resulted in her being unable to marry within the next ten years, and even if she were to marry after ten years, it could not be an alliance with a noble of the same level. If she were to marry, the person must be an ordinary individual.

This was the fury of the Sommers Family toward her. Whether it was her brother or mother, for the sake of the family business, they could only agree.

She wanted to break this predicament, unless she finds a boyfriend more powerful and influential than the Sommers Family to marry, only then the Sommers Family wouldn’t dare to obstruct, otherwise, she truly could only marry a commoner.

This is all Elara Hale’s fault!

If she’s going to be miserable, she won’t let Elara Hale live happily either!

So, knowing full well that her brother and mother would be angry, she still went ahead and arranged for people to come and aggressively spread those things about Elara Hale. She wanted to ruin Elara Hale’s reputation!

Seeing Elara Hale being taunted and cursed by those people, Rosalind Jacobs felt much more satisfied. She stopped delighting in Elara Hale’s embarrassment and instructed the driver, "Let’s go."

She had more important things to do today.

She obtained a tip-off that Mr. Sarvian’s mother returned to the country yesterday and would meet with friends today at Northgarde’s top club, Elysian Club to reminisce.

Mr. Sarvian is an internationally renowned economist, reportedly born into a top-tier noble family, with wealth beyond measure. Last time he gave a speech at her university, she barely managed to snatch an outer seat ticket and saw Mr. Sarvian from afar. Although she didn’t see Mr. Sarvian’s face clearly, the dignified silhouette left a deep impression on her.

She originally wanted to take the opportunity to interact more with Mr. Sarvian but didn’t expect that Mr. Sarvian, after the speech, only answered a few questions from the students in the front row and then left under the heavy protection of security.

She didn’t even have a chance to get close.

Moreover, Mr. Sarvian’s identity is mysterious, with no photography or recording allowed in any public occasion where he appears. To this day, she doesn’t know Mr. Sarvian’s true face.

However, she firmly believes that Mr. Sarvian must be very handsome.

This time, the news of Mr. Sarvian’s mother returning to the country, she spent a lot of money to find out. Unlike at the university, Elysian Club’s privacy is also strong, but she entirely has the opportunity to make her presence known in front of Mr. Sarvian’s mother.

As long as Mr. Sarvian’s mother likes her, sooner or later, she could shine in front of Mr. Sarvian.

Rosalind Jacobs’s gaze was firm. Mr. Sarvian was her only chance, she naturally admired and liked him, marrying him was even more desirable. If she couldn’t marry Mr. Sarvian, then she would really have to follow the Sommers Family’s demands and lead an unremarkable life.

She absolutely wouldn’t allow it, so this time, she was determined to win over Mr. Sarvian’s mother and Mr. Sarvian!

The luxury car left without a trace, while at the company entrance, faced with the slander from those two strangers and the disdain of the onlookers, Elara Hale didn’t offer a single explanation. She directly took out her phone, opened the recording function, and took a one-minute video.

Then she dialed the emergency number, "Hello, I am an employee of Zenith Medical, and there’s someone downstairs at our company with a banner spreading false accusations and defaming me. I want to report it to the police."

Hearing her call to the police, the two troublemakers were visibly flustered, pointing at her and cursing, "You’re a disgrace yourself and don’t allow others to say anything? Guilty conscience makes you call the police, do you think the police will side with you? Ridiculous! Everyone present knows what kind of slut you are, what good will calling the police do?"

The onlookers deeply agreed, and a few who wanted to speak fairly were drowned in the spitting accusations.

Elara Hale stood outside the crowd, her hand slightly trembled, but her expression was calm, not offering a single rebuttal.

Three years ago, dealing with her parents’ matter, she learned one thing: before the police arrive, maintain silence, don’t speak thoughtlessly, and don’t act impulsively. Otherwise, even if falsely accused, she would invite trouble.

The troublemakers saw her silent, so they raised their voices, "You’re a disgraceful wench, married but still dishonest, now tangled with a pretty boy, and God knows how many people you’ve slept with in the company, otherwise, how could you have such good performance?"

Elara Hale still wouldn’t take the bait. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The two originally thought the words were so harsh that she surely couldn’t bear it, that she would react by confronting them. Isn’t that how women usually are?

If she confronted them, they would lie down on the ground, so when the police came, they could say Elara Hale was causing trouble.

By then, Elara Hale would be taken into the police station too, and even if the police questioned and released her, her reputation would be tarnished, fulfilling the employer’s request.

But unexpectedly, Elara Hale didn’t react at all, it’s now been two minutes since she reported to the police, and if they delay further, not only will they be caught but they won’t have managed to drag Elara Hale down.

The two exchanged a glance and swiftly began packing their things without hesitation, loading them into the van within half a minute and leaving swaggeringly.

Elara Hale didn’t stop them, with surveillance so advanced, if she as the victim insisted on pursuing the other party’s criminal responsibility, the police would find them.

It’s just unknown, with the Jacobs Family’s interference, how far the police could investigate.

It’s merely two hired hands, the Jacobs Family likely wouldn’t be protective, probably will abandon them.

As the troublemakers left, the surrounding spectators glanced at each other, and at this moment, loud sirens sounded, and the crowd quickly scattered with the mindset that fewer issues are better than more.

On the other side of the city, Assistant Harris also received the news. Given the involvement of Miss Hale, he dared not delay for a second, promptly stood up and walked to the CEO’s office, knocking on the door.

Upon hearing a voice from inside, "Come in," he pushed the door open and respectfully said, "President Fitzwilliam, there’s someone downstairs at Miss Hale’s company with a banner tarnishing her reputation."

He handed over a video taken in real-time.

Zion Fitzwilliam took the pad, watched for a while, and his face turned sour, he said coldly, "Why haven’t the police been called? Are the company’s security just decorations?"

Assistant Harris heard the anger in his tone and hurriedly explained, "The security has called the police, and Miss Hale did too. Plus, from start to finish, Miss Hale hasn’t said a word or made a move, which is advantageous to us. I’ve already told the lawyer to go to the police station, and we’ll see how to unravel and clarify the matter."

Upon hearing this, Zion Fitzwilliam’s expression softened slightly. He gazed at the figure on the screen, standing behind others, slightly trembling but holding her head high without saying a word, his gaze softened, and after a while, said, "Clean up any harmful rumors against her within Zenith, besides letting the lawyer go, no other intervention."

Assistant Harris was taken aback, "What if Miss Hale suffers losses?"

Zion Fitzwilliam smiled, "She handled it very well, she won’t suffer losses. Let the lawyer follow up on subsequent matters, when necessary, use means to identify the mastermind behind this for me."

Assistant Harris nodded, quietly lighting a candle for the unknown mastermind.

Offending President Fitzwilliam is like kicking an iron plate.

"By the way," Assistant Harris added, "The madam called just now, saying she’s having lunch to reminisce with friends at Elysian Club today, if you finish up, she wants you to go over."

"Tell her I’m not going," Zion Fitzwilliam waved his hand, "If there’s nothing else you can leave first."

Assistant Harris lamented inwardly. Ever since the madam knew President Fitzwilliam discreetly married someone with an ordinary background who was also previously married, every time she returned to the country, she would try to arrange blind dates for President Fitzwilliam without explicitly saying it, suggesting introductions to her acquaintances.

President Fitzwilliam fell for it the first time and arrived only to discover all the madam’s lady friends had brought their young, beautiful daughters.

Since then, he never attended the lady’s invitations again, which really troubled him as he racked his brains to find excuses for President Fitzwilliam.

Elysian Club.

Lucy Taylor received a call from Assistant Harris, and her face twisted with anger.

Zion received her invitation and was so excited to come, but accidentally sprained his ankle while going downstairs, ultimately missing this mother-son reunion?

You can’t even make up a decent excuse, think you can fool me easily?

Her friends could tell by her expression that the person didn’t come, so they quickly comforted her, "It’s okay, we all know Zion’s temper. If he comes, he’s doing us a favor, and if he takes a liking to any of us, that would be a miracle. He’s not coming is expected."

After being brushed off a few times, everyone got used to it, so they went from initial anticipation to acceptance.

After all, his family’s background is countless times higher than theirs.

They accompany Lucy Taylor, just hoping to maintain the relationship with the Fitzwilliam Family, not daring to dream that the Fitzwilliam heir would notice their daughters.

But Lucy was infuriated. Once or twice, continually bailing on her, she felt raising this son was a waste. He got a wife and forgot his mother, and when she’s old, she’ll probably be unable to rely on him. Maybe when she’s bedridden, this ungrateful son will throw her under a bridge!

She had a spoiled nature, and even the Fitzwilliam Family indulged her, not to mention in front of these ladies of lower status. If she wanted to show displeasure, she did, slapping the table, "You all eat, I’m going out for some air."

Those ladies didn’t dare say anything, meekly responding, "Okay."

Lucy got up, left the private room, first went to the restroom to wash her hands. Still feeling indignant, she took out her phone to complain to her husband.

After cursing Zion Fitzwilliam 108 times and receiving various reassurances and coaxing from her husband, she finally calmed down, ending the call by saying, "It’s all your fault, insisting on having a son. If I had a daughter, she’d probably be so much closer to me now! Useless thing, hmph!"

After hanging up, she contemplated whether she should find an opportunity to see Elara Hale again. Since there’s no breakthrough with Zion, maybe she could find one through Elara.

After all, she’s just a dirt-poor girl. She didn’t believe that she couldn’t be driven away with money.

But if that happened, Zion and mother-in-law might turn against her.

She had to think of a more secure plan.

As Lucy Taylor contemplated this, she walked forward and suddenly bumped into someone full on.

"Sorry, sorry, did I hurt you?"

The girl was flustered, looking at her worriedly, "I just answered a call and didn’t watch where I was going, I’m really sorry. I’m so big, I must have hurt you."

Lucy Taylor didn’t take it to heart, it was just a light bump, she wasn’t a porcelain doll. Plus, the other party apologetically was polite, so she waved it off indifferently, "It’s fine, forget it."

Rosalind Jacobs had a hint of hesitation in her eyes. She wasn’t entirely sure if this person in front of her was Mr. Sarvian’s mother. Logically, Mr. Sarvian should be around thirty, so his mother should be around fifty, right?

But the woman in front of her, although unmistakably a mature lady, had such a baby face that she looked too young!

She didn’t even look thirty... Could someone like this be Mr. Sarvian’s mother?

But all the information she got said so. After hesitating for a few seconds, Rosalind still didn’t want to pass up this good opportunity and sheepishly said, "How about I treat you to a meal? Consider it a way to apologize."

Lucy Taylor generously waved it off, "No need."

She said this and was about to leave. Rosalind quickly stopped her, "It’s just a small gesture, please don’t refuse. Could you leave me a contact number, for when you’re free...?"

Lucy gave her a strange look. With her status, it wasn’t unusual to have girls trying to climb up. Initially, she thought this girl was polite, but now it seemed she had ulterior motives.

Her attitude turned cold as she brushed off her hand, "I said no need."

The expression on her face practically said, "Stay away from me."

Rosalind felt rebuffed, unwilling to give up, but seeing Lucy’s expression, she didn’t dare keep asking for contact information, lest she disgust the other.

She could only sheepishly say, "Then, maybe next time..."

Lucy Taylor wasn’t interested in hearing her finish, promptly leaving without a second glance.

Kidding me, she may not like the current daughter-in-law, but she’s very picky about her daughter-in-law, okay? Any random girl thinks she can try her luck with her.

Rosalind watched as Lucy entered the most prestigious private room. After hesitating for a while, she eventually didn’t have the guts to make a move on Lucy, so she temporarily gave up, planning to think of a strategy downstairs.

On the other side, Elara Hale submitted a video as evidence, left her contact information, and then left the police station.

Because of the drama at noon, when she returned to the company, her colleagues looked at her with somewhat strange eyes, but to her surprise, no one said anything. She had mentally prepared herself for being gossiped about.

Since when were her colleagues so nice?

Although curious, Elara didn’t dwell on it. After work, Zion Fitzwilliam called, saying he was in the area and could give her a ride home.

Elara stood downstairs waiting for him, and within minutes, Zion’s car arrived. Some colleagues who saw her getting into an ordinary car took a photo for the gossip group, sparking discussions.

"Really? This car’s worth at most two hundred thousand. If she were that kind of woman, would she even consider such a car?"

"I think so too, even if she’s a gold-digger, she ought to have something to dig for. Plus, she’s actually okay at work, even helped me once."

"If using her body only gets her this far, that’s pretty pathetic."

Thus, the rumors about Elara Hale being a gold-digger quickly dissipated.

Although some questioned how Mason Jacobs’ ex could cheat on him with a toy boy, given the complications of wealthy families, anything was possible, making everyone more accepting.

Elara Hale was unaware of everything Zion Fitzwilliam had arranged for her. As soon as they got home, Zion received a call from his mother. Lucy’s voice sounded whiny and annoyed, "Zion, I’ve twisted my ankle. Come pick me up."

Zion hesitated with the car key in hand, not surprised, asking, "Where are you?"

His mom twists her ankle about three times a month.

Lucy ranted, "In front of Elysian Club, hurry and come, I’m gonna lose it, I can’t stand those scheming girls, yet I can’t shake them off."