CHAPTER 94: CHAPTER 94: SHE IS MY RIGHTFUL WIFE

"Mr. Gable? It really is you!" A woman was a bit surprised.

Zane looked at the half-open door crack, his murky eyes heavily settled on Clay Gable.

Colby calmly asked, "Mr. Gable, what are you doing in my sister’s room?"

Clay looked at Sylvia, sneered, then glanced at Zane, "What about you two?"

Zane didn’t have the patience and directly forced the door open.

"Pardon me."

Just as he was about to push the door in, Nathan popped his head out from under Clay’s arm.

Revealing a fair round shoulder, and hair not yet dried.

"...Hi."

Everyone was stunned.

Clay and Nathan?

How could it be them?

Where’s Sophia?

Clay swallowed and pressed Nathan’s head back into the room.

He drawled in a low, hoarse voice, "Is there anything else?"

Colby couldn’t afford to lose face, quickly grabbed the door handle, and closed the door, "Disperse, everyone!"

He hurried everyone down to the first floor.

What is up with tonight?

Things just keep happening, there’s no end to it, really an endless hustle!

Zane tilted his head to look at Sylvia.

Sylvia took two steps back and looked at the two women beside her.

"Sterling, I really saw it, they saw it too! I was worried about sister-in-law, that’s why I called you!"

Sister-in-law?

Colby’s gaze dropped onto Zane.

He suddenly asked, "Isn’t Sophia your kept mistress?"

How did she become sister-in-law?

Zane’s face turned dark, about to crush his back teeth!

It was the first time he heard such words about someone else in other’s eyes.

Mistress?

Who the hell spread that?!

Sylvia was so scared she didn’t dare speak, forgetting that Zane had reminded her Sophia didn’t want to go public, "Sorry, Sterling..."

Zane glanced at her sideways.

Colby saw their expressions weren’t right, so he quickly dispersed everyone.

Everyone wisely left.

Sylvia quickly apologized and then hurried away.

Zane, with a cold face, picked up his phone, opened a photo of the marriage certificate, grabbed the back of Colby’s head, shoving it in Colby’s face.

"Look closely! She is my lawful wife, who told you she’s my mistress? Hmm?"

Colby was so shocked his jaw dropped.

If they’re legally married, why pretend not to know each other at the annual meeting?

Is this a hidden marriage?

"I’m sorry! Mr. Sterling! I really didn’t know!" Colby repeatedly apologized.

Zane withdrew his phone, threw Colby aside, and then called Sophia.

The phone was still off.

Colby rubbed his neck, what a close call, almost had it twisted off.

If it weren’t for Zane and Sophia resolving the issue regarding Warren and Vivian, there could have been more trouble tonight.

After learning Zane’s true identity, Colby held even greater respect for him.

At this moment, Nathan called Colby.

"..." He paused, then said to Zane, "Miss Lowell is in my sister’s room."

Zane, who was anxiously looking at his phone, stopped moving.

A chill wind suddenly struck...

Colby brought a set of men’s clothes and arrived at Nathan’s room with Zane.

Nathan’s room was two rooms and a living room with a private bath. At this time, Clay was changing clothes in Nathan’s room.

Sophia, with her half-dried hair, curled up on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, drinking ginger tea, looking pale.

Nathan and Colby sat on another sofa.

Sophia and Zane locked eyes, she lowered her head, unsure what to say.

This misunderstanding was huge.

Zane walked over, sat beside her, wrapped her in his arms through the blanket, "Are you okay?"

She gently nodded, gulping down the ginger tea, her cheeks flushed.

With so many people around, was he being too bold?

Really felt awkward.

Colby didn’t know where to look.

Clutching his pants on his knees, feeling uncomfortable.

"Miss Lowell isn’t his mistress, did you know?" Colby quietly asked.

"Grandpa asked you to pick up Mr. Sterling and his wife, who told you she was a mistress?" Nathan sneered.

How could his brother be so dim-witted?

How did he even become the minister?

Indeed, being stiff, harsh, lacking emotional intelligence is a common stereotype of most military personnel.

"No one ever mentioned Mr. Sterling was married..." Colby broke into a sweat for himself.

Nathan was speechless, didn’t want to waste words with him, and explained to Zane, "He was brought here by Mr. Gable, I happened to return to my room when they arrived, they didn’t do anything."

Zane wasn’t dumb, he could see it.

Nathan and Clay knew each other, though not closely, both had a good impression of Sophia, naturally, they would lend a hand.

Initially, Clay didn’t want others to criticize.

Never expected Sophia and Zane were married, what he said to Sophia that night was truly beastly.

He changed into his clothes, came out from the room while fiddling with his hair, "Mrs. Sterling, sorry for any offense."

Sophia: "It’s fine, I should be thanking you."

Clay: "Mr. Sterling, apologies."

Zane gave him a glance, "Appreciated."

Clay: "You’re welcome."

The few sat awkwardly on the sofa.

"The maid beside Miss Coldwell pushed her, I happened to pass by." Clay explained.

Sylvia Coldwell.

Now everything makes sense.

Nathan pursed his lips, "Your issues got resolved, but Mr. Gable and I..."

The two ladies watching just now, are the industry’s gossip powerhouses.

Easy to explain to Elder Jennings, but the external impact is also significant.

Tomorrow’s headlines are sure to be: #Luxury Car Brand’s President Stays at Jennings Family, Nearing Good News with Elder Jennings’ Granddaughter Nathan Jennings.#

Colby chuckled, "Why don’t you just end up together, well-matched."

Pah!

Nathan directly slapped Colby on the forehead.

"!!" Clay shifted over on the sofa.

He really couldn’t see how they matched.

That was just a temporary measure before.

Clay thought there weren’t that many people, didn’t expect there were quite a few gossipers.

Zane: "I’ll handle this matter."

Everyone sighed in relief.

——

"Put me down, I can walk." Sophia wrapped her arms around his neck.

Zane didn’t speak.

He was sulking.

Because she said she didn’t want to go public, now everyone thought they were in a relationship of convenience.

She became his mistress.

He felt it was humiliating.

He lifted Sophia, giving a little bounce.

Sophia got scared and held on tighter.

"Why are you angry? There’s really nothing between Mr. Gable and me! Plus, I’m on my period, isn’t your thinking a bit too dirty?"

"I’m not angry."

That wasn’t what he was angry about.

Sophia chuckled, squeezed his cheeks, "Not angry? Look at how puffed your cheeks are?"

Her hands pinched his face, soft and numb, as if teasing, "You’re even blushing, are you imagining things in your head?"

Imagining?

Imagining what?

Scenes of hmms, ahhs, ohhs?

Zane carried her to the back seat, opened the door, stuffed her in.

He wasn’t imagining, it was from her random pinching, he started to——