Next Man Better Plan novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

After hanging up, Jonathan turned around and saw that Stephanie was still there, watching him quietly from about fifteen feet away.

Jonathan paused for a few seconds, then, without another word, rushed to a luxury car parked on the street and got in.

Stephanie watched the car speed away, blinking in confusion.

Did his girlfriend just summon him?

The acquisition was clearly off the table for tonight. Stephanie went back to her hotel room. As she was showering, she noticed the bracelet on her wrist and froze.

It was only then that she remembered: she was married now.

Stephanie carefully removed the bracelet and placed it in a jewelry box, along with the family heirlooms she had retrieved from the Gonzalez estate.

The bracelet was far too valuable to wear around casually. She would have to return it when they eventually divorced.

On another note, Quennel had already found her hotel. She couldn’t stay here much longer.

She took out the key Mrs. Vasquez Sr. had given her. It had the apartment number and address of her new husband’s home.

The Obsidian Circle was a well-known luxury residential complex in Veridian, known for its privacy and tranquility, and home to many influential people.

If he was stationed with the military most of the year, the place would be empty anyway. Maybe she could check it out tomorrow.

She only had a few changes of clothes and didn’t have much to pack. With that in mind, Stephanie began putting her clothes into her suitcase, planning to move in right after work tomorrow to save herself the trouble of going back and forth.

Meanwhile, at The Obsidian Circle, Jonathan had just walked through the door.

The apartment was empty. Not a soul in sight, not even a ghost.

Jonathan’s expression relaxed slightly.

He had just come from the Vasquez family estate, where Mrs. Vasquez Sr. had hidden the marriage certificate, terrified he would tear it to shreds in a fit of rage.

Unable to get a single word about the woman from his grandmother, Jonathan had driven to The Obsidian Circle alone.

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Chapter 37

Perhaps, he thought, it was all just an act Mrs. Vasquez Sr. had staged to pressure him into finding a girlfriend.

Yes, it had to be his grandmother’s latest matchmaking scheme. Otherwise, where was this woman? Why hadn’t she even shown her face? His grandmother had said she gave her the key.

Instead of playing cards with her friends, she spent her days cooking up these elaborate schemes. She’d even learned how to lie.

She was nothing but trouble.

Later that night.

Stephanie was fast asleep when her phone began to ring insistently.

She managed to pry one eye open and fumbled for the phone, putting it to her ear. “Hello?” “Is this Ms. Jackson?”

The voice on the other end was polite, with the faint sound of music in the background. “Mr. Gonzalez has had too much to drink at our bar. He’s completely passed out. Would you be able to come and pick him up?”

The words jolted Stephanie awake.

She shot up in bed, instinctively throwing back the covers to get up. “Wait, I’ll be right…”

As her feet touched the floor, she suddenly came to her senses, realizing with a pang that she and Quennel were over.

Stephanie gently rubbed her forehead, a bitter smile touching her lips.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. You’ll have to call someone else.”

With that, Stephanie prepared to hang up.

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