His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 735

After a night of reckless indulgence, Glynnis was roused by a waitress in the bathroom of the club. Without even a moment to cleanse herself of the night's debauchery, she slunk out the back door, with her head hung low.

As she emerged into the daylight, it was already the afternoon of the following day.

There was no way Glynnis could show her face at Windermere Estate in such disarray. So she made a beeline for her perennially reserved luxury suite at the Abernathy Hotel. There, she washed away the grime and the scent of men, while her mind was flickering with vivid memories of the previous night's fervent encounter with the strapping male model.

Damn, that was one hell of a ride.

Too bad she hadn't snagged his contact details. She definitely wanted a round two when she had the chance!

After cleaning up and slipping into the fresh clothes brought by room service, Glynnis transformed back into the polished Ms. Acacia and called for her driver to take her back to Windermere Estate.

The moment she stepped through the door, laughter and jovial conversation wafted from the direction of the parlor.

"Are we expecting guests?" Glynnis asked the butler.

"Yes, Miss. The Bartleys have come to visit with their son. Mr. Frederic is chatting with them now."

Glynnis was taken aback, realizing that Alston, the fool, was seriously pursuing her sister, just as she had predicted.

She quickly tidied her hair and plastered on a genteel smile before entering the parlor.

"Daddy, I see we're playing host," she said as if she had stumbled upon the gathering by chance. "Oh, it's Mr. and Mrs. Bartley, and Alston. Good afternoon, everyone."

Frederic subtly scowled at the scent of alcohol on her, but maintained his composure in front of the guests.

The Bartleys, who wouldn't give Glynnis the time of day even if their lives depended on it, offered her a half-hearted smile and returned to their tea.

Alston, the coward, couldn't even bring himself to meet her eye, putting on an act of the upright and earnest suitor.

It was as if he wasn't the same man who had been caught in a scandalous tryst with Edith just nights before.

"Mr. Frederic, we're so sorry to hear Marilla isn't here today," Mrs. Bartley chirped. "Alston brought her some gifts and was hoping to give them to her in person."

"Our son's always been shy around girls, blushing at the mere sight of them," Mr. Bartley added with a chuckle, while giving his son an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

Glynnis couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter – the tension in the room was palpable.

The Bartleys' smiles froze, and Alston felt his forehead beaded with sweat, fearing Glynnis would expose his secrets.

"Daddy, I can attest that Mr. and Mrs. Bartley aren't just boasting. Alston and I went to the same school, and he truly is a diligent and honest man."

She gave Alston a knowing look, whose face had turned ashen, "Alston and Marilla would make a perfect match. He'd be an ideal son-in-law for the Abernathy– they’re well-matched in every way."

Frederic's expression darkened at her words.

Having overstayed their welcome, the Bartleys quickly took their leave. "Mr. Frederic, once Marilla is back, let's set another date for the kids to meet," Mrs. Bartley insisted, eager to secure the union.

Frederic coughed uncomfortably, "As you've seen in the news, my daughter's mental state."