The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: It’s on Fire! She Heard Nathaniel Sloan’s Voice in the Fire

Luke White reported, "Mrs. Sloan went to Imperial Crest to find you, but you weren’t there, so she took it out on Chapman. I’m not sure what was said, but now Chapman’s in the hospital, and Mrs. Sloan followed him. She’s not letting him recover in peace."

’Laura Jennings again!’

Nathaniel Sloan’s eyes turned icy. "Understood. I’m heading to the hospital now."

...

「Seven in the evening.」

Estelle Lockwood received a call from a client asking for a last-minute meeting at the fabric market.

Estelle Lockwood wound her way through aisles piled high with textiles and finally found the appointed location. But the client was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she found Noelle Lockwood.

Estelle’s expression darkened, and she immediately turned to leave.

"Yara!" Noelle Lockwood trotted over, looking aggrieved. "Yara, I didn’t expect to see you here! I was in the wrong about what happened last time. Please don’t be mad at me, okay?"

Estelle felt a wave of revulsion that turned her stomach.

Before she could speak, a few flamboyantly dressed young people stepped forward. "Noelle, is this the famous Yara?"

"Hey, Noelle’s talking to you! Are you deaf?!"

"Why are you even apologizing? It’s not like you did anything to her. Noelle, you’re just too nice!"

Estelle had heard this routine a thousand times; she was sick to death of it.

’But... who are these people?’

Estelle narrowed her eyes, sizing up the group. It was obvious these weren’t Noelle Lockwood’s usual socialite friends.

Noelle feigned helplessness. "Okay, that’s enough, you guys. Yara, they’re all my fans. They tend to get a little emotional, so please don’t mind them."

’So they’re her fans... How strange. Is Noelle out of her mind? Why would she meet fans in a fabric market?’

Just then, Estelle’s phone buzzed twice. It was a message from the client, saying something had come up and he couldn’t make it.

’What a coincidence.’

Estelle’s gut told her something was off.

’The client schedules a meeting, Noelle shows up instead, and then the client cancels, claiming something came up.’

Estelle’s eyes narrowed. She turned to leave, but the fans swarmed around her, blocking her path.

"Don’t leave. Stay and chat."

"Noelle managed to make time for this. Are you really going to disrespect her like that?"

Estelle’s voice was frigid. "Get out of my way."

Staring at Estelle’s face, Noelle’s own expression contorted with rage for a fleeting moment.

But then she thought about what was coming next, and a feeling of exhilaration washed over her.

"Yara, I’m sorry for misunderstanding you before. But I was only trying to help. Can’t you stop being so prickly?"

Estelle’s voice was steady. "What do you want."

Noelle gave a helpless smile. "Fine, I’ll be direct. Yara, I need you to stay away from Nathaniel."

Estelle narrowed her eyes.

Noelle shook her head. "You know about the rumors online. The Sloan Family was behind them. I mean, Mrs. Sloan and Chairman Sloan despise you. What’s the point of clinging to Nathaniel? Don’t tell me you actually think you can marry into the Sloan family?"

Estelle laughed. "And in what capacity are you saying this to me, Miss Lockwood?"

Noelle didn’t say a word. Her fans shouted for her, "In her capacity as the future Mrs. Sloan, of course!"

"Have you no shame? You’re addicted to being the mistress, aren’t you! Noelle is Mr. Sloan’s rightful fiancée. If it weren’t for you, they would’ve been together long ago!"

"Why don’t you just die!"

"Yeah, hurry up and die!"

People nearby began to stare.

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