CHAPTER 68: CHAPTER 68: MRS. KINGSTON DROPS A DISGUISE

Ian Shelby didn’t continue... How could a few short words encompass seven years of experience?

"CEO Kingston, I hope you can treat her well." Ian took a sip of his drink, a hint of seriousness settling in his gentle eyes, "She’s a woman I admire, I’ve always had great admiration for her, otherwise why don’t you just give her back to me."

He only said this under the courage provided by alcohol, using a half-joking, half-serious tone.

Justin Kingston was a bit surprised and focused his gaze on him.

The two men met eyes, and time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Afraid of being misunderstood, Ian smiled again, "In short, she’s very outstanding, you’re not the only one who likes her."

Regarding the matter of liking her, Justin didn’t argue back.

If he didn’t like her, he wouldn’t have shown up here tonight, wouldn’t have come to enquire about her past seven years.

But... when did he start liking her?

Perhaps even Justin himself didn’t know.

After a while, Ian took another sip of drink, pondering deeply before speaking, "Do you know who Cora Yates is?"

He thought for a moment, "The famous alchemist Cora Yates?"

"Yes." Ian’s lips curved into a smile, admiration tinged his eyes slightly, "She is your wife."

"..." A flash of shock crossed Justin Kingston’s eyes.

He was always calm and collected, rarely shaken by anything.

He didn’t need to question Ian’s words further.

Justin recalled something and asked, "Do you know her relationship with Emma?"

He shook his head, "I don’t know."

"She is Cora Yates, why was she involved in poverty alleviation in the village?" This puzzled Justin greatly.

Ian’s voice was gentle, "You can go ask her, get to know her."

"..."

The Kingston Group, Monica Usher walked out of the hall, a gust of evening wind stirred a sense of loneliness in her heart.

She opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat, glancing towards Justin Kingston’s office, the light was still on.

Recalling her years of hard work and bitterness, a tender pain filled her heart, she gave her all for him, yet it couldn’t earn even a glance from him.

How dazzling must she shine, to make his gaze linger on her for just one more second?

The phone rang, pulling her back from her thoughts.

Upon answering, the person on the other end said, "President Usher, the suit you designed for CEO Kingston is ready, when should it be delivered to the company or will you pick it up?"

"Have it delivered tomorrow morning at seven."

"Alright."

The call ended, Monica Usher started the car and headed to Ian Shelby’s house...

He said he would stop by Ian’s after work.

If they could meet, the three of them together wouldn’t be awkward, they might even exchange a few words, anyway, because of Anton Ford.

Throughout the drive, she recalled moments of Justin Kingston with Mia Lane, remembered him accompanying her on a roller coaster until she vomited.

Reminded of him taking her to the police station to see Anton Ford, recalled her throwing away the cotton candy he gave her.

Recalled her living at his Emerald Cove, imagined them possibly sleeping together every night.

Monica Usher’s heart twisted in pain.

The car stopped in front of Ian Shelby’s villa, parking behind a Lamborghini.

At this moment, Justin Kingston walked out of the living room, immediately spotting her car and her in the driver’s seat.

The driver opened the Lamborghini’s door.

Justin began to walk forward, Monica Usher held her breath while gazing at him, every step he took felt like treading on her heart.

Stopping by the Lamborghini, Justin withdrew his gaze and got into his own car.

"..." Monica Usher’s heart sank lightly, watching as the car drove away in front of her.

In the living room, Ian Shelby saw her car through the floor-to-ceiling window and came out.

Two minutes later, in the living room.

Monica Usher and Ian Shelby sat across the table, Ian poured her a drink, sensing her current mood.

"Why did he come?" she asked softly, "Was it because of Anton Ford?"

"No." Ian’s voice was gentle, answering directly, "Because of his wife."