Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 12: Your Company’s Benefits Are Really Good

Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Your Company’s Benefits Are Really Good

The chicken soup was ready, so Elara helped Grandma Fitzwilliam bring out the dishes.

Halfway through the meal, Grandma Fitzwilliam warmly suggested, "Elara, I usually live here alone and long for some company. Since you’ve finally come over, why not stay the night?"

Elara stiffened. The apartment wasn’t big, just a two-bedroom. Grandma Fitzwilliam would have one room, which meant she’d have to share with Zion Fitzwilliam?

She instinctively didn’t want to stay.

Zion Fitzwilliam glanced at her without making it obvious, then spoke up on her behalf, "She has to work tomorrow, and it’s too far from her office. If she stays, she’ll have to get up by six, which is too much hassle. Let’s forget it."

Grandma Fitzwilliam secretly glared at him.

Useless boy! The opportunity was right in front of you, and you didn’t take it?!

Zion Fitzwilliam’s intervention left Grandma Fitzwilliam with no choice but to give up.

After dinner, Grandma Fitzwilliam went into her bedroom and returned with a box after a while.

"Elara, this bracelet is for you, as a meeting gift from me." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Elara was taken aback; the bracelet was jade. She didn’t know much about jade, but it looked rich green, clear, and bright, likely very valuable.

She hurriedly declined, "Grandma, I can’t accept such an expensive gift from you."

Grandma Fitzwilliam exclaimed, "Oh my, child, we’re family. Just take it."

With that, she grabbed Elara’s wrist and put it on her, examining it with satisfaction, "Hmm, not bad, not bad. It suits you."

Elara felt helpless and looked at Zion Fitzwilliam for help.

Zion Fitzwilliam’s gaze lingered on the Jade Bracelet for a moment, then he softly reassured her as Grandma Fitzwilliam turned away, "Don’t worry, it’s fake, not worth much."

Only then did Elara breathe a sigh of relief, noting that the fake bracelet’s packaging was quite exquisite, with intricate carvings on the wood.

Around eight, Zion Fitzwilliam stood up to leave, and Elara reluctantly bid farewell to Grandma Fitzwilliam and left with him.

Downstairs, Elara, feeling a bit embarrassed, asked, "How much were today’s purchases? I’ll transfer the money to you."

Joining him to meet the family, she had forgotten to bring anything, arriving empty-handed. Luckily, Zion Fitzwilliam hadn’t forgotten and brought several bags, preventing the truth from coming out.

At her words, Zion Fitzwilliam responded firmly, "No need, you came to help, so these expenses should be on me."

Elara insisted, "Grandma Fitzwilliam treats me like her own granddaughter, and I really like her. Consider it my gesture; please don’t argue with me."

Zion Fitzwilliam’s lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and after a few seconds of contemplation, he said, "Altogether, it was 268, just transfer me 260."

Elara was a bit skeptical, "So many things, and it was only over two hundred?"

And it even included bird’s nest and ejiao.

Zion Fitzwilliam explained, "Most of it is company perks, so I just brought it along for the elderly."

They were all gifts from partners, just lying around otherwise.

Elara, thinking they were company issued, said enviously, "Your company has great perks."

Zion Fitzwilliam didn’t dare continue this topic, only responding with an "Mm."

The two took a cab back home, exchanged goodnights, and went to their respective rooms.

That night, Elara had a peculiar dream.

In the dream, she ran happily along an old street, playing eagle and chickens with a boy a few years older. As they ran, they burst into laughter.

A gentle-looking middle-aged woman poked her head out of a window, calling them in for dinner.

She only remembered this snippet, and once she washed up, she forgot the dream entirely.

Saturday arrived. Since the court date was on Sunday, Elara spent the entire day in uneasy anticipation.

In the evening, Yvette Sommers called, demanding, "Where’s the hundred thousand? Three days pass quickly! Do you have the money ready?"

Elara initially wanted to discuss the money with Yvette Sommers after the case, but since she had some free time, she decided to handle it now.

She replied, "The money’s ready. Meet me at the corner cafe in half an hour."

She didn’t want to worry her father, so he couldn’t know about this.

Yvette Sommers hung up with a string of curses.

Elara set down her phone, took a deep breath, flashed a big smile in the mirror, and grabbed her bag to head out.

She knocked on Zion Fitzwilliam’s room door, but there was no answer; he must not be home.

Elara locked her door, placed the key on the shelf by the entrance, and took a photo for Zion Fitzwilliam.

"I’m heading out. The key is here."

Zion Fitzwilliam replied swiftly, "No need, just keep that key. I have a spare."

Elara replied with an "okay," then put the key back in her bag.

The conversation ended there; Zion Fitzwilliam didn’t respond further, and Elara went downstairs to catch the bus.

On the other side of the city, in the top-floor office of a landmark building.

In a high-end leather executive chair sat a man with several documents in front of him. His handsome face carried a stern look, brows furrowed, seemingly dealing with a billion-dollar business issue.

But upon closer inspection, he was holding a phone displaying a chat interface.

The man’s slender, pale, and well-jointed fingers tapped on it, edited a message, then deleted it word by word...

He seemed to want to ask something but feared overstepping might offend the other party.

Finally, he typed a few words, "Where are you going?"

He summoned the courage to press send.

"Where are you going?"

Elara received Zion Fitzwilliam’s message on the bus and hesitated. They had only known each other for four days, and sharing her whereabouts felt a bit odd.

However, she thought of how, upon learning she needed money, he unhesitatingly offered a hundred thousand, loaned freely. And within that short time, he’d stood up to The Jacobs for her, even got involved in a case because of it...

So, she didn’t think too much and replied, "Going to my dad’s briefly."

Zion Fitzwilliam quickly replied, "Okay, stay safe."

Elara couldn’t help but smile, "Mm."

Zion Fitzwilliam is just so powerful that she often forgot his orientation. In truth, aside from gender, he was like a sister to her, with nothing to guard against.

Imagine having such a righteous and kind sister; how could that not count as a friend?

Half an hour later, Elara got off the bus and walked to the nearby cafe.

Yvette Sommers stood at the entrance and rolled her eyes as she approached, "Didn’t you say half an hour? Made me wait this long, where’s the money? Hand it over!"

Elara said nothing and first took out a contract from her bag, handing it to her, "Auntie Yvette, take a look at this."

"What are you trying to pull?" Yvette Sommers grumbled, taking it. After a quick scan, she glared at Elara, "You ungrateful thing, what are you trying to do with this? Guarding against me?"