Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Where’s the Madam?

Noelle Sutton was married to Tristan Lawson.

A man at the apex of society. He must have countless servants at home.

She was the wife of a magnate; why would she ever have to work so hard she couldn’t even get enough sleep?

Wyatt Yates gripped the steering wheel tightly.

He couldn’t bring himself to stop, so he drove slowly, circling the outskirts of Silverwood.

He kept going until the car ran out of gas.

When he pulled into a gas station to refuel, Noelle slowly opened her eyes.

She thought she was home but found herself at a gas station instead.

Worried she would ask questions, Wyatt smiled and said, "We’re in town now, not too far from your place. I don’t know what was going on today, but traffic on the highway was terrible."

After waking up, Noelle felt ravenous. She pulled out her phone and was surprised to see it was already past one in the afternoon.

’The traffic must have been really bad,’ she thought.

She quickly signed to Wyatt, "Are you hungry?"

"It’s after one. I’m starving."

Noelle signed that she wanted to treat him to a meal.

Wyatt was more than happy to accept.

After filling the tank and paying, he drove to a restaurant.

Meanwhile, Tristan Lawson had just woken up.

He had spent all night talking with a client, managing to resolve in one day what was planned to take two or three.

By the time he returned, the sky was already beginning to brighten with the dawn.

When he came out after washing up, Sophie Hughes was sitting quietly in the living room, working on her laptop.

"Have you eaten?"

Tristan strode over.

"Not yet. I was waiting for you."

"Sorry, I overslept. Let’s go eat."

Tristan stopped beside Sophie and noticed an unfinished image on her laptop screen.

Tristan stared at the screen for a moment before saying, "Are you designing that ’A Renaissance Cityscape Painting’ piece?"

Sophie broke into a radiant smile. "Yes. Director Ford spoke very highly of that piece the other day, so I wanted to see if my skills were good enough to replicate it exactly. Tristan, thank you so much, to you and Joshua, for buying that piece for me."

The night Joshua had a stomachache, right after they returned from abroad, he’d taken her to see that piece.

"Let me see."

Tristan leaned over the laptop and took the mouse.

Director Ford was close to yielding. If Sophie could also produce an identical effect, Director Ford might agree.

Becoming Director Ford’s final disciple was equivalent to inheriting all of the director’s legacy.

This would be incredibly beneficial for Sophie’s future.

Sophie sat in the chair while Tristan stood behind her, leaning down to move the mouse.

The two of them were very close.

Tristan had just woken up and probably hadn’t had a cigarette yet; he smelled purely of cedarwood.

They were so close that Sophie felt as if she were nestled in Tristan’s arms.

She felt like his body heat could turn her cheeks red.

Tristan said as he looked, "Not bad. I look forward to seeing the finished product."

After speaking, Tristan straightened up.

As that unique warmth and scent vanished, Sophie felt a sense of emptiness.

"As long as I have your approval, I’m satisfied."

"Keep up the good work. I have no doubt about your skill and technique."

Sophie had mentioned to Tristan before that she wanted to study under Faith Ford.

Tristan hadn’t told Sophie anything yet, as the matter wasn’t settled.

He didn’t want to get her hopes up only for them to be dashed.

Once she finished this piece, he could show it to Director Ford, and perhaps that would seal the deal.

"Thank you for the praise. I’ll do my best."

"Let’s go."

Sophie closed her laptop and stood up. After taking a few steps, she said, "Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you something. Mrs. Miller called you this morning. Your phone was in the living room, and I was afraid it was urgent, so I answered it. But she didn’t say a word, and then I heard a sound like something shattering. Do you want to call Mrs. Miller and see what’s going on?"

Tristan’s gaze sharpened instantly.

’If it was Mrs. Miller, she wouldn’t have just hung up without saying anything.’

’Could it have been Noelle?’

Sophie noticed the change in Tristan’s expression.

In truth, she had also guessed it was Noelle.

Tristan’s expression quickly returned to normal. In a mild tone, he said, "The hotel has a restaurant on the third floor. You go ahead and order. I’ll make a call and be right there."

"Okay."

After Sophie left, Tristan immediately took out his phone and dialed Noelle’s number.

The call disconnected instantly.

’She still has me on her blocklist!’

Tristan quickly dialed Mrs. Miller’s number instead.

Mrs. Miller picked up.

"Where is my wife?"

Ever since the missus had stopped managing household affairs, Mrs. Miller had been swamped with work every day.

She had gotten busy and completely forgotten about the incident.

’I wonder if she’s back yet,’ she thought.

"One moment, sir. I’ll go check her room."

The missus had been up all night taking care of the young master, so she might have come back to catch up on sleep after breakfast.

That’s why she hadn’t been in a hurry to make lunch.

Mrs. Miller knocked on the door, but there was no response.

She had no choice but to push the door open. The bedroom was empty, the bedding perfectly neat, with no sign that anyone had slept in it.

"Sir, she’s not in her room. She came back from the hospital this morning, borrowed my phone to call you, and then said she wanted to get some crystal buns from the Felicity Tower. After that, she left. I’ve been working this whole time and didn’t notice... she probably hasn’t come back since she went out."

’So it really was her who called.’

"Why did she have to borrow your phone? Didn’t you tell her to take me off her blocklist?"

"I did tell her! Maybe the missus wanted to use that sound-emitting ring. By calling you from my phone, she could use her own phone to talk to you."

"Contact her as soon as you can. And let me know when she gets back."

With that, Tristan hung up.

’It probably wasn’t anything important,’ Tristan thought. ’We can’t usually talk on the phone, so maybe she just wanted to see what it felt like to call me.’

’Honestly, she could just buy a second phone. Why bother borrowing Mrs. Miller’s?’

Thinking of this, Tristan made a call to Secretary Shaw.

"Go out today and buy a new model Huawei tri-fold phone. Have it sent to Westhill Villa."

"For the missus?" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Yes."

"Understood. I’ll get it done right away."

Tristan hung up and went to the restaurant to find Sophie.

His work was finished. After the meal, he could probably head back to Glenwater.

Noelle entered the restaurant, asked Wyatt to order, and went to the restroom.

A call came in from Mrs. Miller.

She silenced her phone and didn’t answer.

She didn’t want Mrs. Miller to know she had left home.

After washing her face, Noelle came out of the restroom.

Wyatt was waiting for her.

Just as she sat down, Wyatt took two boxes out of his bag.

Noelle recognized them. One was a necklace box, and the other was a phone.

"I got the necklace fixed," he said, "and I also picked up a phone for you. Now you can have the freedom to make calls."

Wyatt placed both boxes in front of Noelle.

She had been using the sound-emitting diamond ring, which was very convenient.

From the moment she saw this sound-emitting necklace, she knew it would make her life much easier.

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