Edgar and His Destined Wife novel Chapter 48

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Jean spent considerable time preparing herself mentally for what she was about to do. She pulled out her smartphone and logged onto the official MON & Co. website to locate Ms. Weller’s contact number.

This is her last-ditch effort. Calling Ms. Weller at the spur of the moment could backfire on her.

As a result, her future state in MON & Co. will be considerably more challenging.

But after some thought, she decided to bet with those odds.

The person on the other line picked up the call, and there was a sound of water in the background. “Who’s this?” drawled the recipient.

“Good evening, Ms. Weller. I didn’t mean to interrupt your time, but I’m the new intern in the company and…”

“Luminance Villa. Room 305. You have fifteen minutes,” interrupted the woman. She hung up before Jean had any time to process what had happened.

When it finally clicked, Jean was out the door. She hailed a cab —no short of a miracle.

A group of front desk personnel gathered over the scene.

“She’s a real lunatic, isn’t she? Who on god’s green earth works this hard under Ms. Weller?”

“By the way, Ms. Weller didn’t show up at the company today. She must be out having dinner with the golden boys,” said an employee. “Jean isn’t hard on the eyes, so she probably couldn’t resist tonight.”

“Someone might just take her place.”

The personnel who introduced Jean to the members added, “Let’s see how long that optimism lasts in that girl.”

Jean arrived at Room 305 of Luminance Villa —just within fifteen minutes.

Bursts of laughter and the sound of collided wine glasses were the first things Jean heard.

She hesitated. Am I late? Barely.

But intruding into a party will undoubtedly destroy the atmosphere inside. Her presence would be invasive.

Two waiters caught Jean’s eye as they walked over with dinner plates.

The private lounge was intoxicated with the smell of wine. In the middle of the room, a woman with short hair was draped onto an armchair. Her sultry eyes as she held were half-lidded onto a cigarette bud with her right hand.

Besides her, the rest of the people in that room were men. Each one was worth a fortune to their name.

Jean concealed herself behind a waiter holding dishes. She moved stealthily towards a spot on the table where a bottle of red wine was placed.

Nobody noticed her while the feast went on.

Jean observed the people in the room. A spectacled man was busy complimenting a man with a gray suit. But what interested her was the woman beside them in the main seat —that must be Ms. Weller.

She ought to be Monica Weller, one of MON & Co.’s lead designers if Jean had it right.

Insider rumors claim that her personal life is a complete mess. Monica was known to enjoy spending extended amounts of time with business leaders at parties.

But it was Monica Weller’s works that initially caught Jean’s attention, not that tabloid news. Each is flawless and deserving of the epithet masterpiece.

Someone with such artistic talents wouldn’t divulge herself in such a lowly setting.

At least, that was what Jean Eyer assumed.

She happened to notice Monica Weller’s cigarette bud was burning out. Jean swiftly put out the cigarette bud with a napkin.

Monica Weller was a bit taken aback. She lifted an eyebrow and gave Jean a glance.

“Jean Eyer?”

“Yes, Ms. Weller,” she replied.

“Sit,” directed Monica. She smiled at the intern.

Although briefly startled, Jean followed her instructions. Without anyone noticing, the others kept on drinking.

The vibrant atmosphere at the wine party was then interrupted when Monica raised her wine glass for a toast.