What She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 317

Pearl and David scrambled to their feet, their faces split into wide, sycophantic smiles. "Mrs. Sanders! Mr. Sanders! Please, have a seat."

Elaine offered a polite nod and sat next to Noelle. Finnian took the seat beside his mother.

"Mr. Sanders, let me pour your tea," David offered eagerly, rushing over.

Finnian gave a curt nod, remaining silent.

Pearl couldn't help but study him. She had been following the society gossip closely, well aware of the rumors surrounding his relationship with Noelle.

Although Noelle had originally married the eldest Sanders son, he was gone now. Finnian was the man in power. Selfishly, Pearl hoped her daughter would end up with him and secure her place as the lady of the Sanders family.

Seeing Finnian in person—his striking looks and commanding presence—Pearl felt a surge of greedy satisfaction.

She glanced quickly between him and Noelle. Aesthetically, they were a perfect match.

When Noelle called Pearl "Aunt," Finnian paused, a faint flicker of confusion in his eyes.

Hadn't Noelle spent years crying about how much she missed her mother? Why were they so painfully distant now that they were face-to-face?

He pushed the thought aside, making a mental note to ask her about it later.

After a few glasses of wine, David loosened up and began complaining about how tough the construction business had been lately. He was mostly just venting, not expecting anything to come of it.

Noelle had been trying to help him secure contracts, which had kept the business afloat for the past few years.

Finnian set down his chopsticks and looked at David. "Send your company portfolio to my office tomorrow. If there are suitable projects, I'll allocate some resources your way."

David froze, utterly stunned.

Pearl gasped in shock, before her face broke into a massive, triumphant grin.

Noelle turned to Finnian, secretly tugging at his sleeve under the table. "Finnian, you really don't have to—"

"It's only right," Finnian said smoothly, holding her gaze. "Pearl is your mother, which makes the Shaws your family. Since we're all family, it's only natural to help out with business."

Noelle flinched visibly at the word 'family'.

She wanted absolutely nothing to do with the Shaws. The Sanders family was her real home.

"Thank you, Finnian. I'll toast you on David's behalf," Noelle said quickly, playing the role of the sweet, obedient girl as she raised her glass.

David leaped to his feet, grabbing his own glass so fast that wine sloshed over the rim.

"Mr. Sanders, I cannot thank you enough. I'll drink the whole thing, you take as much as you like!"

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