He Never Noticed Me Until I Loved Someone Else novel Chapter 73

Jarrod ignored him entirely, his face impassive as he lit his cigarette.

Seeing this, Arthur didn't dare to ask again.

The Fuller Group could have easily sent someone else to this industry summit.

Yet Jarrod had insisted on attending personally, rushing over even before fully wrapping up his business in the other city.

Arthur had assumed Jarrod was meeting an important partner, but the first thing he did upon arriving was look for Stella.

Then, Arthur had received a call from Jarrod, ordering him to handle the fallout from the lawn party.

It was only when he got there that he realized Stella had staged a whole "stealing the fiancé" dramatic scene.

Arthur was absolutely petrified.

The prestigious wife of the CEO of The Fuller Group was fighting another woman over a fiancé?

He had never even seen a plotline this insane on reality TV.

Arthur quickly dispatched people to scrub any photos or videos of Stella while slowly trying to process reality.

What was wrong with the world?

In terms of background, looks, and capability, his boss was the absolute pinnacle of men.

How did Jarrod end up as Stella's backup plan?

And why on earth would Stella, having a husband like Jarrod, fight another woman for some other man's love?

"Boss, I've had the situation downstairs handled. No negative news about Mrs. Fuller will be leaked."

Arthur still couldn't resist reporting, adding, "Boss, should I look into that Logan... guy?"

Her eyes were swollen, and her once-perfect makeup was completely ruined. Black and red streaks were smudged around her eyes, making her look like a ghost.

Tears were still drying on her cheeks, and her long eyelashes drooped weakly, looking like damp butterfly wings. Even her breathing carried the faint, suppressed tremors of her crying.

Looking at her like this, the inexplicable, fiery rage that had been building in Jarrod's chest suddenly lodged tight in his throat.

He nudged the trailing hem of her white dress with his foot. The cold fabric had soaked up the water droplets from the bathroom floor and was mostly drenched.

Stella didn't react at all.

Jarrod finally reached down to haul her up, but then he heard a sharp clatter.

Stella had been tightly clutching an embroidered tiger pouch in her hand, and the jade charm inside had slipped out and hit the floor.

The jade snapped perfectly in two, the crack splitting straight through its translucent pattern as it lay quietly on the tiles.