Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby (Charlotte and Zachary) novel Chapter 1942

Donald rushed up the stairs, but behind him, Hazel halted in her tracks.

She overheard Norah ordering the maids to prepare the evening gowns and the stylists to dress Francesca up.

Something occurred to her, and her expression changed drastically. She seemed flustered.

“Ms. Atkinson!”

Suddenly, Sean's voice cut her thoughts short. She came back around and schooled her expression into a calm one before meeting Sean's gaze. “Yes, Sean?”

“Mr. Lindberg is waiting for you in the study room. This way, please.”

Sean gestured for Donald and Hazel to follow him upstairs.

They walked past Francesca's room. The maids were showing Francesca the evening gowns, and she seemed shocked. “What's going on? Why do I have to pick one?” she asked.

“You'll be Mr. Lindberg's partner for the banquet tonight.”

Hearing that, Hazel froze momentarily. Surprised, Donald demanded, “What's going on? Is Mr. Lindberg bringing her to Mr. Adams' banquet?”

“Well...” Sean seemed stumped.

Instead of answering the question, he knocked on the door of the study room and pushed it open. “This way, please.”

“Mr. Donald, I believe you need to talk to Mr. Lindberg in private.” Hazel suddenly spoke up. “I'll leave you to it and come back when you're done.”

Donald glanced at her and immediately put two and two together. “Yes, that's right. I shall talk to Danrique in private.”

“Sure. Come on in.”

Before Sean led Donald into the study, he asked a maid to bring Hazel to a guest room.

However, Hazel went to Francesca's room without hesitation and knocked on the door. “Can I come in?”

Francesca recognized Hazel's voice instantly, for the latter was always calm and elegant.

“Please come in!”

Francesca was lounging on the sofa, sipping on her drink lazily.

Francesca despised schemes, but that didn't mean she would allow someone else to bully her.

Hazel's hostility was evident, but Francesca was no pushover.

“Ha!” Hazel let out a low chuckle.

She took a sip of her coffee to conceal her anger. After composing herself, she flashed a smile. “Is Mr. Lindberg bringing you to tonight's banquet?”

“I guess so. That was what they told me,” Francesca responded indifferently as she sipped on her tea.

She acted as though the matter was of no importance to her.

“Do you know what the banquet is about?” Hazel glared at her.

“What is it about?” Francesca was wiping her lips with a napkin lazily.

“The banquet is held by Mr. Adams,” Hazel revealed solemnly. “It concerns the future of Lindberg Corporation and the four great families! It will also determine Mr. Lindberg's power and influence!”