Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 603

Cynthia walked around, and saw Rosalie and the waiter coming out of a corner. She immediately hid.

It seemed like the two were discussing something, but before Cynthia could listen in, their conversation ended. Rosalie left in another direction, while Lily walked toward her.

Cynthia walked up to Lily, and asked, "What were you two whispering about?"

"Do you need something?" Lily responded calmly.

Cynthia looked Lily up and down. "How do you know Rosalie?"

"Miss..."

Cynthia hurriedly declared her identity. "My surname is Zeller. I’m about to become the future wife of the president of SK Enterprise."

Lily smiled politely. "Miss Zeller, I once had a meal with Miss Young, but we’re not very close."

"Really? Then why did you call her husband Mr. Carter? He’s just a waiter."

The title "Mr. Carter" made Cynthia feel really uneasy.

"A waiter? Miss Zeller, you must be mistaken. He’s the CEO of Skycrest Enterprise," Lily replied.

The words "CEO of Skycrest Enterprise" struck Cynthia's mind like a bolt of lightning.

"You're talking about the multinational corporation, right?" Cynthia asked.

Lily nodded. "Yes."

Cynthia's heart trembled violently. How could it be? How could Rosalie be married to the president of Skycrest Enterprise?

No, it couldn’t be true! Sebastian was just a waiter. She clearly saw him wearing a waiter's uniform at the villa before.

If... If he really was the CEO of Skycrest Enterprise, didn't that mean Rosalie, after leaving Theodore, had immediately landed another wealthy man?

"Miss Zeller, are you alright?" Lily noticed Cynthia’s pale expression, and suddenly felt quite satisfied.

"Are you really not close with Rosalie?" Cynthia asked suspiciously.

"Miss Zeller, that doesn’t seem to concern you, does it?" Lily replied calmly.

Cynthia’s jealousy burned like fire, especially now that she knew Theodore still had feelings for Rosalie. She couldn’t stand it any longer.

Filled with rage, she went to find the restaurant manager and said furiously, "Fire that waitress!"

The manager was stunned. "Why...? Did she provide poor service?"

"That’s right! Her service was terrible!"

"I... I'll have a talk with her. You..."

"Fire her!" Cynthia demanded angrily. "I’m going to be Mrs. Spencer soon! If you don’t fire that waitress, you can forget about being the manager here!"

Seeing Cynthia's menacing expression, the manager wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Cynthia was not someone he could afford to offend.

He nodded. "Alright, I’ll talk to her."