No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95 Wisteria
“Who supported you all this time, hm?” Jerry’s growl provoked Gareth into dropping his pen.
“Don’t say anything. She needs to pay for her transgressions.”
Jerry frowned. “You’re stubborn and blind!”
He shook his head in frustration, at the same time wishing that Gareth could quickly grow into the man he was meant to be. “What do you plan to do next?”
“I will not heed my grandfather’s instructions for me to get married immediately. I won’t get after Elisa as well. You don’t have to remind me.”
Jerry raised his brows, surprised but relieved that Gareth would not marry Linda.
“Gareth, you are a businessman at heart, but you should also make better decisions. You treasure things that do not deserve your time, but you toss aside things that are supposed to be treasured.” Jerry’s sarcastic remark was a dash of cold water on Gareth’s face, but Gareth decided to remain silent as he watched Jerry slink out of the room.
Gareth sank back into his seat with a shudder. It was as if someone turned the air conditioning down to a sub zero temperature.
Gareth picked up his pen to complete his task, but Elisa’s figure in the courthouse was etched into his mind distracting him from his work.
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An unsettling silence permeated the Wickam Group’s conference room a few days later. The staff were holding their breath in suspense, knowing that Mr. Wickam was seething for losing the court case.
No one wanted to get on his bad side, but the meeting had to go on, with item after item to discuss.
The next item for discussion was about a car race, which would open the revenue floodgates once the item was signed!
Mr Zill, who was seated next to Gareth, leaned over. “The racing competition is in twenty days, Mr. Wickam. We should get Wisteria to front us in this competition.”
“Who is Wisteria?” Gareth’s cold and confused frown made Mr. Zill shudder in fear.
“Wisteria was the reigning champion in the racing competition three years ago. With him on our side, we would certainly be crowned the winner of the competition.”
“Wisteria may be awesome, but she was crowned champion three years ago and had never competed again. How are you planning to contact her?” Mr. Zeller butted in.
“Mr. Zeller is right. There are others who have won competitions before. Vincent Shane is extremely skillful. He might win us a medal too, you know?”
“I think you’re ignoring the fact here.” Mr. Zill’s rebut drew everyone’s attention to him.
Analyzing was his forte, and his desire to glorify the company trampled out his fear.
“Wisteria may have been out of action for three years, but let’s think about how she claimed her crown three years ago.”