The Ending She Read (And the One He Rewrote) novel Chapter 37

“Does Mr. Whitaker know?”

“...Yes, he knows.”

“Alright, I understand. Send me the location.”

Hanging up the phone, Harriet decisively called Jason.

If the organizers' reception required her attendance, why hadn't he mentioned it to her at all?

It was obviously unreasonable.

Beep!

The phone rang once and was hung up.

Before Harriet could toss the phone aside.

Ding!

[Jason: What is it?]

[A secretary named Hunter just called to invite me to the reception. Did you know about this?]

[Jason: Yes.]

Yes? That bastard, would it kill him to type a few more words?

Before Harriet could ask, “So should I go or not?”

[Jason: Do you want to come?]

Not really. Harriet curled her lip. These commercial receptions, where she wouldn't dare eat or drink, and where she was completely clueless and couldn't understand a thing, were not a luxury but torture for someone like her.

She started typing.

A new message popped up from him, [I'll have Two Whitaker take you to get styled. You can choose the dress and jewelry yourself!]

A dress!

And jewelry!

Jewelry acquired during marriage counts as the wife's personal property; during a divorce, it can solely belong to her. Which meant, by attending one reception, she'd gain several million in extra income. Was there any better deal than this?

Harriet typed rapidly, [Okay!]

Feeling it was too cold, she added another line, [Thanks, Honey!]

After having lunch and a nap with the two kids, and giving instructions to Lana and Teresa.

At a sunny three o'clock, Harriet got into the car and headed to a styling studio in the city center.

Blue skies, white clouds, green trees—the eye-pleasing cityscape put people in a good mood.

Walking up the spiral staircase, she even saw several familiar celebrity faces in a few dressing rooms.

Upon reaching the third floor, a glance at the glass display cases showed nothing but custom-made high-luxury gowns.

When the white-gloved staff brought out black velvet trays displaying matching sets of South Sea pearls, pink sapphires, and aquamarines, the already bright and spotless dressing room instantly sparkled.

Harriet immediately felt the air was filled with the fragrance of cash.

The South Sea pearls were elegant.

The aquamarines were deeply mesmerizing.

Every set of jewelry made it hard for her to part with.

She only regretted reading too few jewelry magazines in the past to tell which set was more expensive.

Harriet withdrew her gaze. “Let's do the makeup and styling first...”

Knowing that Harriet's face must have been praised by countless people, the makeup artist took a unique approach while applying makeup. “Mrs. Whitaker, your perfume smells so good. Is it a custom blend?”

“No...” Harriet winked at her. “Summer Mist!”

Summer Mist?

The artist rapidly searched her brain but couldn't recall which brand's autumn new arrival this was.