After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 68: You’re Here to Poach

Eliza Sutton went to the reception room.

The moment she pushed open the door, she saw a young man.

The man was very handsome, with a head of jet-black hair, the soft strands resting against his face. He had the "sweet puppy" look that was all the rage right now.

"Isla, you’re finally here! I’ve been waiting for you forever."

"Ivan Willow?" Hearing the familiar address, Eliza Sutton finally realized the person in front of her was Ivan Willow. "You... what happened to you?"

Ivan Willow touched his hair. "Oh, you mean my hair? I dyed it black. The internet says that older women all like sweet little puppies. So? Isla, am I sweet enough for you?"

Eliza Sutton’s eyes narrowed, her voice laced with a threat. "What did you say? Older?"

Ivan Willow shrank back and couldn’t help but say, "Shouldn’t the focus be on my handsome face?"

Eliza Sutton scoffed and said impatiently, "What do you actually want from me?"

"Can’t I come see you just because?" Seeing the impatience all over Eliza Sutton’s face, Ivan Willow quickly added, "I’m here to have you design some gowns for me! Aren’t you a designer? I’d like to order ten gowns."

"Who’s wearing them? How old are they? What’s their height? What’s their profession? And for what occasion are the gowns intended?"

Ivan Willow was dumbfounded. His brain wasn’t equipped to think about so many details.

"Does it matter? Just design whatever. Someone will fit into them eventually. Here, charge it." Ivan Willow flamboyantly took out a bank card and shoved it into Eliza Sutton’s hand.

Eliza Sutton stared at the black card in her hand.

A flash of delight crossed Ivan Willow’s face. He knew it. He knew the words that were music to any woman’s ears.

Buy it. Charge it.

’I must look so, so handsome in Isla’s eyes right now.’

The next second, the bank card was shoved back into his hand.

Eliza Sutton said, "Put away your pocket change. You’re embarrassing yourself."

"How is this pocket change? There’s a hundred million in here! Is that not enough for ten gowns?" Ivan Willow’s eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock. He muttered to himself, "Has inflation really gotten this bad?"

"Alright, just go home already," Eliza Sutton said, turning to leave.

Ivan Willow immediately chased after her. "I get it! Isla, you’re just worried about me, you can’t bear to see me spend money..."

Just as he was speaking, the door to the reception room opened and Dulcie Vaughn walked in with a beaming smile. She looked a little surprised to see Ivan Willow trailing after Eliza Sutton.

"Master Willow, leaving so soon? Did you perhaps not find a design style you liked? If that’s the case, don’t worry, we can have a chat."

Ivan Willow shot Dulcie Vaughn a sidelong glance. "And you are?"

Dulcie Vaughn said confidently, "I am Dulcie Vaughn, the chief designer of the Lockwood Design Department. I’ve worked with many dignitaries and socialites, and I’m certain my designs will satisfy you."

Ivan Willow said, "Ohh, I see. You’re trying to poach me. Well, don’t waste your energy. I’m not interested in anyone’s work except for my Isla’s."

After saying his piece, Ivan Willow called out Eliza Sutton’s name and ran after her.

Dulcie Vaughn stood frozen in place, her expression exceptionally ugly.

Ever since becoming chief designer, even when Reina Miles was around, she had never been treated with such blatant disregard.

...

After work, Eliza Sutton picked up Emmett Lockwood and they went shopping at the mall.

The mall they went to was huge, and a space in the center of the main hall had been specially set up for a Santa’s sleigh display.

The sleigh was beautifully decorated, and all the children loved it, lining up for a turn to ride in it.

Emmett Lockwood’s steps couldn’t help but slow, his eyes filled with envy as he watched the excited children sitting in the sleigh. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Emmett, do you want to ride it?"

Emmett Lockwood looked away and shook his head. "I’m not going to ride it, Mommy. It’s too childish."

Emmett Lockwood constantly reminded himself that only obedient children who didn’t cause trouble would be loved by their mothers.

’I have to be an obedient, sensible child who Mommy will love.’

"But I want to ride it," Eliza Sutton said, crouching down. She took Emmett’s hand and pleaded, "Emmett, can you please accompany me? People will laugh at a grown-up like me riding the sleigh all by myself."

Emmett Lockwood immediately puffed out his little chest. "Okay, then I’ll go with you, Mommy."

Eliza Sutton held Emmett Lockwood’s small hand and paid the fee.

Soon, Eliza Sutton and Emmett Lockwood got onto the sleigh together.

It was Emmett Lockwood’s first time riding something like this, and despite his usual composure, he couldn’t suppress his joy.

Watching Emmett Lockwood’s childish excitement, a hint of a smile flashed in Eliza Sutton’s eyes.

’No matter how mature he acts, he’s still just a child.’

’Maybe I should talk to Shane Lockwood about spending more time with Emmett.’

’No matter how sensible he is, Emmett is still just a child.’

The ride was over in no time.

Eliza Sutton carried Emmett Lockwood as she got off the sleigh.

Emmett Lockwood wrapped his arms around Eliza Sutton’s neck and whispered, "Thank you, Mommy. I had a lot of fun today."

"Alright, let’s go check out the children’s toy store upstairs."

Emmett Lockwood was very surprised. "Mommy, are you going to buy me a toy?"

"Mhm, we’ve known each other for a while now, and I still haven’t gotten you a gift."

"That’s not true. Mommy has already given me the best gift."

’Mommy coming back and letting me have a mother is the best gift in the world.’

Just as they got to the next floor, an angry voice rang out—

"Sean Hughes!"

Eliza Sutton turned her head just in time to see an enraged Amelia Sutton storming into a mother and baby store.

Seeing Amelia Sutton, a flash of guilt crossed Sean Hughes’s eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? If I weren’t here, how would I know you were fooling around with this little bitch!" Amelia Sutton cursed as she swung her hand for a slap.

"AH! Sean!"

The girl was knocked to the ground.

"Sherry!"

Sean Hughes hurried over to help Sherry Caldwell up, asking worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Sherry Caldwell shook her head. "I’m fine. But why would this lady just attack someone for no reason?"

Amelia Sutton roared, "Why did I hit you? You had your arms around my fiancé! You tell me why I hit you! The only reason you’re not dead is because I showed you mercy!"

"So you’re the Miss Sutton from the Sutton Family." Sherry Caldwell froze for a moment, then suddenly dropped to her knees and shuffled toward Amelia Sutton. "Please don’t misunderstand. There’s nothing going on between Sean and me. We just drank too much one time and couldn’t control ourselves, but I swear I never wanted to ruin your relationship."

"Miss Sutton, I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I only ask that in the future, you treat my unborn child kindly and give him a complete home."

"Shut your mouth!" Amelia Sutton shrieked. "Who the hell do you think you are, wanting me to raise a child for a little bitch like you!"

Amelia Sutton shouted, and immediately went to pull her hand back.

However, before she could even apply any force, Sherry Caldwell fell to the ground.

Amelia Sutton immediately said, "It had nothing to do with me! I didn’t even use any force! This woman is just putting on an act to frame me!"

’What an idiot!’

Having witnessed the entire spectacle, Eliza Sutton couldn’t help but shake her head.

’Amelia’s denials now are no different from a guilty person making excuses!’