Chapter 47
“What’s going on in your head all day?” Ten minutes earlier, as soon as Lena and Anathea had arrived at Aetherbrook Hotel, the manager berated them without hesitation.
“Didn’t I tell you to replace the flower arrangements in the private suite with the freshest ones by this afternoon? Look at the
time now! Do you have any idea how late it is?”
Lena adjusted her black–framed glasses and mumbled, “But… you sent a message saying it was for tomorrow afternoon…!
Moreover, the schedule had undergone several changes. Just when they had finally agreed on a time, it d been unexpectedly
shifted to this afternoon. By the time Lena had completed her other responsibilities and noticed the message, she felt
overwhelmed.
The manager pointed at her angrily. “You still dare to argue?”
Frightened by his aggressive demeanor, Lena instinctively hid behind Anathea.
“That’s enough. Instead of wasting time here, we should replace the wilted flowers before the guests notice. Otherwise, if they bring it up later, it’ll be even harder to deal with,” Anathea said calmly.
The manager glanced at Anathea. Though she made a valid point, he still scoffed dismissively. “You think I don’t know that? Do I need you to tell me? Hurry up and come in to replace the flowers!”
With that, Anathea and Lena followed him into the private suite. However, the moment Anathea stepped inside and took in the
scene, she froze for a second.
Apart from the extravagantly dressed escorts, there were several familiar faces–Theo, Adrian, and two other young scions from well–known corporations. They were all Gregory’s friends. Anathea’s gaze flickered toward the couch, and sure enough, there
Gregory was.
“What the fuck? What’s she doing here?” Theo also noticed Anathea, his expression darkening slightly.
They’d just spoken of the devil, and the devil had appeared. For a moment, he seriously wondered if Anathea had been clinging to Gregory so relentlessly that she’d even chased him all the way here.
Upon seeing Anathea, the others remained indifferent. To them, she was simply the former young lady of the Jacobson family
who’d lost her significance after their downfall. They hadn’t heard much about her lately.
It was surprising to see her here. But what they didn’t know was that Anathea was Gregory’s wife.
In fact, among the five people in the suite, besides Gregory himself, only Theo knew that Anathea was actually Mrs. Sinclair. The
Sinclair family had kept their marriage secret from everyone else, and Gregory wasn’t about to mention it.
Just like now, while Theo’s reaction was filled with obvious displeasure, Gregory remained utterly nonchalant. He didn’t even
spare Anathea a glance, as if she were nothing more than a stranger.
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The manager said respectfully, “I’m so sorry for the interruption. The floral arrangements in the suite were mistakenly left unchanged. I’ll have them replaced immediately.”
Then, he glared at Lena and warned her in a low voice, “Hurry up. If you forget again next time, you’ll be the one paying for it.”
Lena’s legs almost gave way from fear, but Anathea steadied her with a gentle hand and a comforting voice.
With a deep breath, Lena regained her composure and set to work. She removed the wilted flowers from each vase while carefully
selecting fresh blooms, rearranging them to suit the elegant atmosphere of the suite.
The escorts‘ gazes linger on Anathea, subtle hostility flickering in their eyes. Even without makeup, she was stunning.
Yet, Anathea paid them no attention. She quietly dedicated herself to her task.
No one in the suite paid much attention to it. Instead, they started a new round of poker, casually chatting among themselves.
Meanwhile, Adrian gave up his seat to Gregory, choosing to watch from the side.
“Alas, speaking of Gregory’s wife. Gregory, you’re really something. You’ve been married for years, and yet you’ve never
introduced your wife to us. We don’t even know who she is,” someone remarked while distributing the cards.
Another person took the card and teased with a chuckle, “Yeah, why are you keeping her such a secret, like she’s some kind of
treasure? What, afraid we might steal her
away?”
