From Divorced Wife To The Top Heiress novel Chapter 89

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Eliana nodded quickly. “Yes, Mrs. Ashford. Dylan and I saw it with our own eyes at the party. Stella is very close with Mr. Ellington. She even gave him a tanzanite bracelet. I heard it’s incredibly valuable and rare- something money can’t just buy–and it’s supposed to be good for your health.”

Beatrice was stunned by the extent of Stella’s network. It finally made sense how she had helped Dylan build the company from nothing all those years ago.

A wave of frustration washed over Beatrice. ‘I should have squeezed every last contact out of her before kicking her to the curb, she thought bitterly.

Nearby, little Liam watched the two women, his bright eyes flashing with anger. ‘Are they plotting against Mom again?‘

After a moment of thought, Beatrice looked at Eliana. “For now, don’t cause any trouble for Stella. With the company in such a bind, if Dylan just sweet–talks her a little, she’ll probably step in to help.”

Jealousy coursed through Eliana. The last thing she wanted was for Dylan and Stella to spend any time together.

Dylan didn’t know the woman he had fallen in love with through those letters was Stella, not her.

He loved the wrong person, but the feelings were real.

The thought of them getting back together made her hands tremble and a chill run down her spine.

‘No, that can’t happen. Absolutely not.’

She had clawed her way out of the mud, and she was destined for a life of unbelievable wealth and luxury.

“Mrs. Ashford, isn’t there another way?” she asked, her voice tight with anxiety. “What if they get back together?”

Beatrice scoffed. “Eliana, I promise you, you are the only daughter–in–law I will ever accept. Stella is just a stepping stone.

“Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, you two will be married soon. Once this mess is sorted out, I’ll have Dylan marry you immediately.”

If it weren’t for all this chaos, they would have been married already.

Beatrice’s assurance calmed Eliana down considerably.

She gave a demure nod and lowered her head to continue eating her breakfast.

In the car, Dylan’s face was pale, a dull ache throbbing in his stomach.

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He closed his eyes, trying to formulate a plan. Business had been getting tougher these past few years. An idea suddenly struck him. He opened his eyes and said, “Miles, take me to Spencer Grant’s office.”

A flash of inspiration hit Miles. ‘Thank God for Spencer.

Spencer and Dylan were good friends, and with another close friend overseas, their help might be enough to get the Ashford family through this crisis.

They soon arrived at Spencer’s office.

Dylan knocked, and Spencer’s deep voice called out, “Come in.”

When Dylan pushed the door open, he found Spencer standing before the floor–to–ceiling windows, looking sharp in a white shirt and black trousers as he talked on the phone.

Spencer gestured for Dylan to take a seat.

“Serena, I’ll work on that. I’ll call you back once I have a solution,” Spencer said warmly into the phone.

“Okay… And Serena? Make sure you eat breakfast…

“Alright, I’m hanging up now.”

Spencer ended the call with a smile and turned to face Dylan, who was watching him with a puzzled expression.

Spencer’s presence was effortlessly powerful as he walked over and sat down opposite his friend. “Dylan. What’s up?”

Dylan’s brow furrowed. “Were you just on the phone with Stella?”

He remembered that some of Stella’s friends called her Serena.

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