Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 145: It’s Over, That Scumbag Is Interested in Elara

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: It’s Over, That Scumbag Is Interested in Elara

After Elara left, Mason Jacobs casually tossed the flowers he was holding onto the ground and stepped on them.

The fresh flowers quickly crumbled into dust.

Mason Jacobs stared gloomily in the direction Elara had left, muttering to himself, "I divorced for you, and yet you still won’t come back to me? Elara, since when did you become so disobedient..."

"Is it because of that Fitzwilliam kid? Ha, you think I can’t touch him?"

"Even if Attorney White is backing him, so what? If I play things a bit sneakily, who would know that it was me who acted?"

After a long pause, he let out a cold laugh and turned to leave.

Esther Carter returned to the hospital room still simmering with unresolved anger, indignantly exclaiming, "What a jerk, thinking he’s some kind of prized catch. He divorces when he wants, remarries when he wants, what does he take you for!"

Elara replied, "Probably sees me as his accessory."

Esther was taken aback, turned to see the thoughtful look on Elara’s face, and worried she had hit a sore spot, hurriedly said, "I didn’t mean it that way, I’m just upset that he looks down on you like this."

"I know." Elara smiled casually, "When I was caught up in it before, many things weren’t clear to me. Now that I’ve stepped back, things are much clearer. From beginning to end, he never put me in an equal position; he wanted an obedient appendage to take care of things behind the scenes, handle all the trivial problems—a discussion of equality between spouses was never in the cards."

This realization was something she only recently came to after recognizing that she had been mentally manipulated for two years in the marriage.

Esther felt touched, came over, squatted in front of her, and said compassionately, "Thinking this way makes me really happy, but I am a bit worried. He divorces and remarries on a whim, everything is up to him. I’m afraid if you keep treating him coldly, he will become angry and do something to you."

What Esther said, Elara also feared.

She’s not some battle-hardened warrior, nor a spoiled princess who relies on family power, so being tangled up with someone like Mason Jacobs, who wouldn’t be afraid?

But fear solves nothing; it would only keep her restricted. It’s better to live fearlessly.

Esther sighed and said, "I wish Fitzwilliam... Zion Fitzwilliam would come back. Is there any news from him?"

"Not yet." Elara gave a bitter smile.

Zion Fitzwilliam’s return wouldn’t solve anything. He’s not some all-powerful overlord who could intimidate Mason Jacobs; at most, he could offer some security in her life, at least help call the police if Mason Jacobs were to harm her...

"Forget it, let’s not talk about this." Esther changed the subject, animatedly saying, "Do you know? The first movie I filmed is going to be released early next month! I’ll get you a couple of tickets, you and Fitzwilliam... Zion Fitzwilliam can go watch!"

Elara asked in surprise, "Is it really a movie? When did you hit the big screen? You’ve been keeping it tight under wraps!"

Esther chuckled, "Not the lead role, just a minor character, I don’t have many parts."

Yes, it was an opportunity given by the great Mr. Fitzwilliam.

Even though the role was small, getting on the big screen means a new start for actresses in the entertainment industry, and Elara was genuinely happy for her, boldly proclaiming, "When the time comes, I’ll book a whole theater for you!"

Booking a whole theater costs a few thousand bucks, she can afford that. Mainly, she’s truly happy for her friend!

Esther’s phone rang suddenly. She glanced at it, sneered, and hung up.

Elara asked curiously, "Who was it?"

"Just the guy chasing me, the one who came this morning," Esther said, lying without batting an eye, though the disgust on her face was genuine and didn’t require acting, "Let’s just ignore him; it’s annoying how he’s always tailing me."

Elara nodded, acknowledging that outsiders shouldn’t intervene in personal affairs, and Esther is someone who always follows her own heart.

Unexpectedly, just a few minutes later, there was a knock at the door outside. Esther ran to open the door, barely controlling her emotions, "What are you doing here again?"

The tone was a perfect blend of annoyance, impatience, disdain, and a little bit of contempt.

Owen Grayson, somewhat flustered, holding a bag of things, said, "Um, I was passing by, remembered you were here... You haven’t had dinner yet, right? I brought you some on the way."

Esther suspiciously looked at him, then checked the time on her wrist, "It’s only four thirty."

Who eats dinner at four thirty?

"What are you up to?" Esther glared at him aggressively, "I warned you this morning, if it involves my friend, and you pull any stunts, I’m switching out the male lead!"

Owen quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Please, sis, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just... just think your friend has it tough, and you too... have it tough, came to see you both."

Esther looked at him oddly, "We’re doing quite well, thank you."

Owen handed the bag to her, insisted, "Stop being stubborn, I understand. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I’ll cover your meals, all three meals a day."

Esther: ???

After giving the food to Esther, Owen seemed to have completed a task, waved at her, and left.

That departing figure stood straight, every movement saying: I’m a good man! An exceptionally good man!

Esther was bewildered, turned around with the bag of food and came back.

Elara asked, "What did he want with you?"

"Who knows," Esther placed the bag on the table, "Anyway, it’s free food, might as well eat it."

Upon seeing the packaging inside, her eyes widened, "Six Ceremonies Private Kitchen? This place is really expensive!"

Expensive to the degree of over six thousand per person.

This large bag must have cost ten or eighteen thousand, easily?

Esther suddenly became vigilant, that dog man, could he be interested in Elara?

Damn, he’s too bold, the great Mr. Fitzwilliam would flay him alive, wouldn’t he?

"Someone gives you food this expensive, you shouldn’t have accepted it." Elara couldn’t help saying to Esther, "If you’re not interested in him, accepting gifts of this caliber... even if it’s just a meal, isn’t quite right."

Esther quickly replied, "I know, I’ll never let him do it again."

She was also worried that if Owen came back a few more times, and the great Mr. Fitzwilliam encountered them, he’d crush Owen in an instant.

Not that she was particularly protective of Owen, mainly because his acting skills were okay, if he were really taken out by the great Mr. Fitzwilliam, the crew would have to find a new male actor, which would be a hassle.

After eating, she promptly went to the side to call Owen.

Meanwhile, Elara received the first reply from Zion Fitzwilliam in three days.

"I’m back, just landed. Will tell you more when we meet."

Elara held her phone, involuntarily smiling.

Meanwhile, at Northgarde Airport.

A private jet landed in its designated spot, the cabin door opened, and a line of bodyguards in black suits ran out in a disciplined manner. Following them was a man wearing a suit vest, carrying a suit jacket draped over his arm.

The special passage was already surrounded by bodyguards. He walked down this unimpeded path as if no one else existed, forming a stark contrast with the adjacent crowded boarding queue.

He didn’t cast a single glance at the crowd because his path was far removed from theirs. The expression on his face was indifferent, as if already accustomed to the disparity brought about by money and power.

The bodyguards escorted him all the way to the outside of the airport. At his gesture, they dispersed. He was about to hail a taxi by the roadside when one suddenly stopped in front of him, and a petite figure got out and ran inside.

The woman wasn’t watching her way, catching Zion Fitzwilliam off guard as she bumped into his shoulder.

Rosalind Jacobs, holding her head, stopped impatiently. Seeing Zion Fitzwilliam, she immediately snapped, "What the hell! Crash into people, will you? Get lost!"

A broken salesman dared to block her path.

She looked down on Elara Hale from the bottom of her heart and even more on this new man Elara found, so she spoke without any courtesy.

After cursing, she was about to leave.

Zion Fitzwilliam paused, raised his hand to stop her, and said expressionlessly, "You bumped into me, apologize."

Rosalind Jacobs looked at him disdainfully, "Who the hell do you think you are? You dare ask me to apologize? A small-time salesman, if it weren’t for my gracious condescension, you wouldn’t even have a chance to see me. Not feeling grateful is one thing, but you dare provoke me?"

Zion Fitzwilliam ignored her words and coldly said, "Apologize."

He had just returned after being away for six days and had encountered an accident in between, so his mood was not the best. He was desperately missing someone and couldn’t wait to go back and see how she had been in the past few days.

Yet, at this moment, Rosalind Jacobs dared to provoke him.

Rosalind glared at him, "Want me to apologize? No way! Move aside; if you delay my business, I won’t let you off!"

She struggled hard, unable to free herself from Zion Fitzwilliam’s grip, becoming a little angry, "Let me go!"

Zion Fitzwilliam looked at her coldly, "I’m saying it one more time, apologize."

Rosalind glanced at the time and began to feel anxious.

She had spent significant effort to find out that Mr. Sarvian would return by plane today, at this time. She pestered and extended her time with her brother by three days. This was her only chance.

She had to meet Mr. Sarvian and express her feelings to him.

If Mr. Sarvian accepted her, she wouldn’t have to marry into the Grayson Family of Seacliff.

She didn’t have the time or energy to waste on irrelevant people, so reluctantly she said, "Sorry, alright, let me go!"

Zion Fitzwilliam released her, and Rosalind Jacobs hurriedly ran into the airport.

She had to secure Mr. Sarvian, find a way out for herself!

She was sure she could do it, as long as she persisted, Mr. Sarvian would definitely like her.

She firmly believed in this.

However, she waited at the airport all morning, without seeing that transcendent figure.

Not willing to accept this result, she waited another hour, almost certain that Mr. Sarvian wouldn’t be coming.

So, did she have no other choice?

Rosalind Jacobs looked ashen, wondering if she had to marry that dandy from the Grayson Family of Seacliff.

Feeling dejected, she walked out and just got into a taxi when she received a call from her mother, "Your brother said that young master from the Grayson Family is also in Northgarde. The two families have arranged to have dinner together tonight, so come back and dress up."

Rosalind didn’t know what method her brother used to change her mother’s attitude. Weakly, she replied, "I know, I’ll head back now."

She knew she had no other choice.

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

Elara Hale was amazed looking at the man in front of her. Before her joy at seeing him had even subsided, she heard him drop a shocking piece of news.

"You were nearly shot in the Netherlands?"

Her heartbeat sped up uncontrollably. She knew international situations could be chaotic, but never imagined such a thing could happen to someone close to her.

Zion Fitzwilliam nodded with a fearful expression and sighed, "Yes, it was a targeted shooting against the Chinese. Another colleague and I were their targets, and they acted in a busy city. I almost got shot. Later, to evade them, I stayed in the suburbs for two days, so I couldn’t message you."

Elara quickly said, "Who cares about messages at a time like this, as long as you’re safe. Hearing that nearly scared me to death."

Zion Fitzwilliam felt a warmth in his heart, saying, "But I’m okay now, aren’t I?"

Seeing the lingering worry in her eyes, he somewhat regretted exaggerating the story. Although he really experienced an assassination attempt, his bodyguard had immediately taken out the attackers. His phone got lost during that time, and afterward, the bodyguard got arrested by local police, and he was busy pulling strings to get him out and didn’t get around to getting a new phone to contact her.

His exaggeration was intentional, out of a selfish desire to see if she cared about him. Yet seeing her worried face, he felt a touch of despicableness on his part.

Zion Fitzwilliam subtly changed the topic, "How’s Joanne Carter these days? Behaving well?"

Elara quickly replied, "She is very well-behaved. The first thing she does every day after coming home is her homework, followed by review and preparation. I’ve never seen such a diligent child."

Zion Fitzwilliam nodded, "She cherishes the study opportunity you’ve given her."

As he spoke, he opened his black briefcase, taking out two small pink boxes.

Elara was curious, asking, "What’s this?"

Zion Fitzwilliam handed them to her, smiling, "Gifts from mom and grandma for you."

Mom and grandma...

Elara suddenly realized he never made a distinction between his relatives in front of her.

His mom, his grandma, he shared them openly with her.

In contrast, every time she mentioned her father to him, it was always "my dad," never feeling her family was also his family.

This stirred a subtle unease in Elara’s heart, which she deliberately ignored, curiously asking Zion Fitzwilliam, "You went to the Netherlands and brought back the gifts they gave me? Aren’t they in the country?"

Zion Fitzwilliam’s expression turned a bit subtle.

He got caught off guard and blew his cover.

How could he explain? Tell her his grandma was at the farm there guarding a mother cow about to give birth, just to get the colostrum first hand to bring back and nourish her? Or tell her his mom felt uneasy after she had a car accident and bought a ticket to the Netherlands to seek comfort from grandma once she was out of danger?

Revealing these things would mean nothing could be hidden anymore, which was absolutely unacceptable.