CHAPTER 88: CHAPTER 88: YOUNG MASTER HAWTHORNE’S GIRLFRIEND

Julian Rivera felt like the sun had risen from the west today.

Ever since the engagement was called off, Wyatt Hawthorne seemed to have taken a vow of monkhood: no more eating, drinking, racing, or bar-hopping—getting him to agree to a meal was like climbing into the sky.

Unexpectedly, on this lovely Friday, he personally called to gather everyone!

"Bro, what’s going on?"

He pushed open the door to the private room, finding it rowdy inside.

Julian squeezed all the way to Wyatt, studying his expression, "I thought you’d successfully confessed your love and were too excited to sleep. But now... it seems that’s not the case?"

Just then, Wyatt’s icy glare sent daggers his way.

Julian got the hint.

Either the confession failed.

Or the confession hit an obstacle.

In any case, Young Master Hawthorne was furious, and the consequences could be severe.

"Brothers and sisters, let’s get this party started!"

He opened a bottle and called a group of friends to liven up the place.

Julian quickly switched to the role of the insightful younger brother, "Bro, with girls, you’ve got to coax them. Especially with a girl as stunning, gentle, and virtuous as your wife. If you don’t coax her, some other man will take advantage... you know what I mean?"

Before he could finish his sentence, another icy glare came from Wyatt.

Yet visibly, this glare was not as intense as the last one.

So was his guess correct?

"The good girl fears the persistent guy..."

Julian adopted the guise of a romance expert, "During the day you’re at the office, in the evening there’s dinner, you’ve already managed to occupy half of your wife’s 24-hour day... work harder to take up all 24 hours, then not even a stray mosquito will have a chance."

The words were crude.

But the logic... seemed pretty sound?

If he had arrived a few minutes earlier, made it to the door before Adrian Lockwood, would Serena Sinclair still have let Adrian in, eat his noodles, play with his kids?

Ultimately, it wasn’t Serena’s fault.

It was those few red lights that got in his way!!!

In the blink of an eye, the resentment in his heart faded a bit.

Wyatt sipped his drink and patted Julian’s shoulder, "You didn’t spoil your father for nothing!"

Right before Wyatt put down his drink and stood up.

Julian: ...

Would it still be in time to shout, "To hell with you?"

Wyatt made his way downstairs, noticing Adrian Lockwood’s voice as he turned the corner.

He looked back to see Adrian in a VIP room, drinking with a few friends.

The Lockwood Group had just secured a major project, and Adrian Lockwood sat at the center of attention, basking in the flattery, portraying the image of a successful winner in life.

"Lockwood, why didn’t you bring the little missus with you?"

"What little missus? Divorced, Lockwood’s beloved is the real madam, there’s no distinction between little and big."

A gathering of toadies praising.

Adrian intervened promptly, "Don’t talk nonsense! Though Serena and I are divorced, we have years of spousal connection and there’s still Miles. No matter what, she’ll always have a place in my heart."

Their understanding was subtle, producing an air of realization.

The whole group exchanged glances, seeming to hear the regret in Adrian’s words.

In a moment, they all changed their tune.

"That’s why we say Lockwood is emotionally deep! The wife just has a bit of a temper, couldn’t see past it. Just wait, soon enough, she’ll regret it to the core!"

"Bro, if the wife later asks me to patch things up, you must give your little brother some face and show up. Whether to take these steps back, we’ll decide then, you think?"

It was a birthday celebration, all very happy.

With all the banter, it felt like by tomorrow dawn Serena would have regrets.

Adrian was in high spirits, "All right, everything’s good..."

As he finished, the private room door swung open, and a white-gloved waiter entered with a bottle of Lafite.

It was an ’82.

Tonight’s meal was a treat for Adrian Lockwood from a group of bros.

Yet no one ordered this bottle of wine.

No one could say "Was this sent to the wrong room?" They all turned to Adrian.

Adrian turned back.

The waiter spoke respectfully, "President Lockwood, Young Master Hawthorne sent this to you!"

"Young Master Hawthorne?"

"Yes!"

With just a sentence, Adrian felt that today’s birthday was absolutely grand!

That was Wyatt Hawthorne!!!

His already bootlicking friends’ eyes filled with surprise and admiration as they looked over.

Adrian jumped up in excitement, trying to maintain composure, "You guys keep drinking, I’ll go thank President Hawthorne!"

He pushed the door open and found Wyatt in the hallway.

Adrian immediately extended his hand, overwhelmed and honored, "President Hawthorne..."

Wyatt casually stood there, hands in his pockets with no intention of shaking Adrian’s hand, "I hear you secured the project from DM Group, congrats!"

Adrian awkwardly retracted his hand, "I have to thank President Hawthorne for relinquishing it!"

DM Group first approached the Hawthorne Corporation, and the president of DM even flew all the way to Aethelgard just to discuss it with Wyatt.

But for some reason, there was no follow-up.

Adrian pursued persistently and finally obtained the cooperation opportunity with DM.

Though he felt uneasy, as though he picked up something Wyatt didn’t want.

But upon second thought, money is more important than pride.

Thanking Wyatt for the Lafite, the image of Wyatt walking out of the bar cradling that woman flashed in Adrian’s mind, "Didn’t bring your girlfriend along to hang out?"

Wyatt was taken aback.

Adrian felt an odd sense of satisfaction.

Apparently, that night it wasn’t that Wyatt ignored him, but he hadn’t seen him at all.

"That night, at Nightfall..."

Adrian reminded, "You were holding her, protecting her like a treasure."

"Oh..."

Wyatt seemed to remember, looking into Adrian’s eyes, "Yeah, she’s my girlfriend."

"Wyatt, you’re quite the ladies’ man, aren’t you?"

Adrian laughed and praised, "Miss Sheffield of the Sheffield Family is a beauty, but I only caught a glimpse that night, and the Young Madam Hawthorne outshines Miss Sheffield! You’ve got great taste and great fortune!"

Just calling her his girlfriend already put Wyatt in a decent mood.

Hearing Young Madam Hawthorne, especially from Adrian’s lips.

The gloominess that had plagued Wyatt all night eased a bit.

"It’s a great weekend, let’s not keep President Lockwood..."

Wyatt glanced at the curious faces peering from the private room, offering his final blessing, "Then I wish President Lockwood and the new madam a long and happy life together!"

He wanted to say that he and Chloe Lynch weren’t serious.

Then decided there was no need to explain to Wyatt.

He also wanted to say, may you and Serena be together forever.

But Wyatt didn’t give him a chance to reply, simply walked away.

It seemed he came only to send this bottle of wine and congratulate him on securing the collaboration with DM.

Baffled with a touch of unexpected delight, Adrian returned to the private room, feeling today’s social standing was monumental.

The Maybach raced back, parking downstairs at the apartment building, when Wyatt grabbed his phone and opened their conversation.

Their chat tonight ended with "Throw it out."

Serena didn’t reply.

On one hand, he felt she was terribly indifferent, knowing he said he’d come later, didn’t even ask why throw it out, nor whether he had eaten dinner.

On the other hand, he feared she was angry.

Making it and then tossing it, just messing around?

A heart swayed between resentful and panicked extremes.

Wyatt felt terribly unsettled.

The most important thing was, Adrian seemingly regretted the divorce.

And Serena...

If this issue wasn’t cleared up tonight, there was no way he’d sleep!

The elevator ascended, stopping on the 19th floor.

The doorbell chimed and Wyatt’s eyes suddenly sparkled.

He might have... found a reason!

Though it was a bit underhanded!