CEO Proposed to His Ex-wife 99 Times novel Chapter 351

Frances stared at the phone screen for quite a while. She understood clearly why Clara was calling in. She must have noticed the online news report.

Taking a sigh, she didn't put through the call. But soon Clara gave her another call again.

She closed her eyes, and turned to the two elders "Excuse me, I got to answer the call."

Saying so, she got the call through, and answered in a delighted tone, "Hey, Clara! How's going? What are you calling about?"

Her ordinary tone had obviously bewildered Clara.

With a deep voice, Clara asked, "Have you seen the report, auntie Frances?"

Frances' conjecture turned out to be right.

She then crackled, "What report? No, I have not seen it yet. Is that anything special?"

Somehow, Clara felt it was hard to make things clear via phone call. She then said, "Have you got time by the moment, aunt Frances? There is something I want to discuss with you personally."

Frances thought it over, and agreed.

Though possibly she still got family waiting anxiously for her at home, she didn't feel like heading back to the Masons' yet.

She was disgusted to imagine what kind of attitude her family would treat her with.

Hanging up the phone, she turned to the driver sitting aside, "Put me off down the cross road ahead. There is something I got to deal with."

Old Mrs. Mason leaned on the back seat and said, "You are going to meet Clara, aren't you?"

Frances temporized with a simple nod, lowered to put the phone in her bag, and again heard the voice of the old lady.

"I suggest you'd better keep a distance from her. Come on, just think about the identities of you two. " Said Old Mrs. Mason.

Frances was brought up short by her words, looking up at the old lady speechlessly, who was staring outside of the window with a frown.

For Old Mrs. Mason, what stuck in her head and remained desperately unsolved was the continuously inflaming and wide-spreading negative effect brought by the affair that happened online, which she failed to figure out any way to bring it to a halt.

What Grants meant to do was to publicly announce the divorce between Khalid and Frances.

However, for Old Mrs. Mason, she thought that it would bring the marriage between Frances and Khalid to an end in a real sense if the divorce was really made public.

Across the whole planet, there would be no other man than Khalid to ever accept all Frances' flaws and tolerate her capricious tantrum.

With her eyes shifted away from her mother, Frances murmured, "I don't care. I just like Clara. She is hundreds, thousands times better than Katherine; she is well cultivated, and a girl who truly deserves to be Marshall's wife. Katherine? That boorish wicked wench deserves nothing!"

Her words were some gall and wormwood to his father sitting in the front.

"The whole thing is none of your business, and clear enough, it is totally up to Marshall. How about you take care of your own business before putting your hands on your son's affair?"

Speechlessly, Frances dared not to retort, since her dad would not go easy on her if she did so.

Just as Frances had ordered, the driver pulled up by the crossroad and put her off.

Before she left, her mother turned to her with a solemn look in her eyes, "Listen to me, and stay away from Clara. For all these years, we have been spoiling you too much, and so does Khalid. Maybe that's why you are more and more reckless... Well, I really need to save my breath now, just think over it yourself."

The old mama took her eyes off her daughter, and said to the driver, "We are good to move."

The car was gone, leaving Frances standing by the road for quite a long while. Then, she raised her arm, and stopped a taxi.

'What the hell does she mean by that? Does she mean that I should stoop to be at peace with Katherine? Hell no! They are being all too blind to look through the essence of that bitch!' She thought to herself.

After all, what remained lingering in her head was the indignity and rage of being knocked to the ground by Katherine.

No. Definitely, for the rest of her life, she would never forgive the daughter in-law who dared to treat her in that way.

Frances took a taxi and headed to a small café, where Clara was awaiting her inside.

Frances got inside with a bright smile, "Sorry, I'm late. There is a traffic jam."

Clara, in contrast, stood up in haste with a serious look on her face, "Are you alright, aunt Frances?"