Chapter 1352:
Then, without another glance at her, he told the butler, “Show her out. And make sure she doesn’t come back.”
Zoie stood frozen for a second before the butler ushered her out of Hillside Manor, along with the fancy boxes of coffee beans she had brought as a gift.
Standing at the gate, Zoie’s face darkened with frustration.
Meanwhile, people walking by paused to whisper among themselves.
“Isn’t that the mistress Lawrence insisted on marrying? Gerald cut him off for it.”
“She still dares to come here after all that?”
“What else? She probably still sets her sights on the Spencer family’s wealth!”
“She thought she landed Klathe’s richest man, but now she’s got nothing. Serves her right. That’s what happens to mistresses.”
Hillside Manor had always been a place for Klathe’s upper crust, and Lawrence’s affair with Zoie had once been the biggest scandal in town.
Affairs weren’t unusual among the wealthy. Men often kept mistresses on the side, and as long as those relationships stayed out of the spotlight and didn’t hurt the family’s reputation, no one really cared.
But Zoie and Lawrence? That was a whole different story. She hadn’t been just a mistress. She’d forced her way into the Spencer family, driven Lawrence’s wife into despair and an untimely death, and had almost succeeded in ending young Wesley.
Right after his wife’s death, Lawrence had wasted no time marrying Zoie, which earned the high-society ladies’ scorn and disdain. From that moment on, Zoie became persona non grata.
Zoie hated being called a mistress. Just hearing the word made her blood boil. Still, there was nothing she could do. Clutching her untouched boxes of coffee beans, she turned and walked away, fuming.
Back inside Hillside Manor, the butler casually remarked, “So you knew Zoie was out to ruin Miss Harper’s reputation.”
Gerald took a slow sip of his coffee and said calmly, “I’m not stupid. I see through these petty games.”
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The butler raised an eyebrow, teasing, “Then why were you so harsh to Miss Harper last time?”
Gerald didn’t have an answer right away. Back then, he’d honestly thought he was on his deathbed. That mindset had clouded his judgment, and now that one misstep kept coming back to bite him.
He shot a glare at the butler. “You sure know how to hit where it hurts, don’t you?”
Admiration for Wesley had always lingered in Carola’s heart. After unexpectedly bumping into him in Klathe, she suggested that he and Elena join her for dinner one day at the manor she was temporarily living in.
Just then, Carola’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and then flashed Wesley a warm smile. “That’s my husband calling. Let’s catch up again another time.”
“Take care,” Wesley said, offering a wave as she left.
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