Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 156: A Twist of Fate, Saving Our Skins!

Chapter 156: Chapter 156: A Twist of Fate, Saving Our Skins!

Owen Grayson was trying hard not to laugh on the side.

Honestly, when he was being criticized by Esther Carter, he was infuriated, but watching Esther Carter criticize others was kind of... satisfying?

Rosalind Jacobs awkwardly shifted her gaze from her own chest, sneaking a glance at Owen Grayson, who was enjoying the company of women as if he didn’t care at all about what just happened.

She tentatively asked, "What is your relationship with Esther Carter?"

Owen Grayson squinted, took out a cigarette, and pouted at the beauty next to him, "Sweetheart."

The beauty immediately lit the cigarette for him eagerly.

Owen Grayson patted the beauty’s rear in satisfaction, causing her to giggle, making Rosalind Jacobs turn green with envy.

Flirting with another woman right in front of his fiancée, he didn’t take her seriously at all, not to mention he didn’t even bother to answer her question.

She was extremely aggrieved, having grown up spoiled and carefree, never facing such humiliation.

The entire afternoon, she was completely ignored.

She bit her lip, unwilling to back down, staring at Owen Grayson’s back, and shouted, "If you hate me so much, why do you still want to marry me?"

Owen Grayson, with the beauty in his arms, turned around in surprise and said, "Can’t you tell? I’m being forced by my family. I’m a reckless scoundrel, I’ve been this way, and it’s not going to change. The family found a woman to be a free nanny for my son. Of course, I wouldn’t refuse. If you don’t like this, then don’t cling on to it."

Rosalind Jacobs’ face changed, stunned, and she looked at him, "You have a son?"

Owen Grayson gave a wicked smile, "Yeah, he’s just turned two, at a difficult age."

"Who gave birth to him?"

"I don’t remember."

After saying this, Owen Grayson didn’t bother with her anymore and left with the beauty in his arms.

Rosalind Jacobs stood there like she’d been struck by lightning, not moving for a long time.

Marrying a rogue like him had already made her unhappy. She finally convinced herself to compromise for money and status, only to find out he has a child...

Marrying him means becoming a stepmother!

No way, she doesn’t want to be a stepmother, she’s only twenty-one, too young to be a stepmother!

But the engagement is just around the corner... Her brother won’t agree to call it off. Who can help her? Who can help her?

Right, she could ask her mother for help; her brother listens to her mother.

In a panic, she called Kylie Dalton, but for some reason, Kylie Dalton didn’t answer, and Rosalind Jacobs couldn’t wait any longer, so she rushed out of the mall and hailed a cab home.

Elsewhere, Elara Hale and Esther Carter just got into a taxi when Esther Carter received a call from the assistant director, saying the crew is having a celebration dinner at the hotel at seven, and investors would be there too, asking her to attend as a courtesy.

Esther Carter’s eyes lit up at the mention of investors.

Doesn’t she know who the investor is for this drama?

The great Mr. Fitzwilliam must think she’s not working hard enough and wants to summon her for a talk...

Hehe, she was going to shock the great Mr. Fitzwilliam by bringing Elara Hale, who wants to confess her feelings for him!

This was perfect!

What a neat, well-executed plan!

Esther Carter hung up the phone with an auntie-like smile, instructing the cab driver, "Sir, make a turn up ahead, we’re heading to Qyria Club."

"Alright!"

Elara Hale, half-sober from the drinks, still felt a bit drowsy and asked, "Why are we going to the Qyria Club?"

Back when Zara Dalton was around, the three of them often dined at the Qyria Club, which was incredibly pricey. If it weren’t for Zara Dalton splurging her own money to treat them, neither of them would ever set foot in such a place.

So Elara Hale’s first thought was that someone was treating Esther Carter to a meal?

Her cheeks were slightly flushed due to her tipsiness, giving her a cute and endearing appearance, unlike her usual serene demeanor. Esther Carter couldn’t resist pinching her cheek.

"The crew’s celebration dinner is set there. You come along with me."

Elara Hale hesitated, "Is that appropriate? It’s your crew’s dinner. What business do I have there?"

Esther Carter waved it off, "No worries. I already told the assistant director I’d bring a friend. It’ll be fine."

With the great Mr. Fitzwilliam present, what could go wrong?

"And I’m just there for a few minutes; I won’t be staying long."

Since Esther Carter thought it was fine, Elara Hale didn’t bother thinking much about it. It was rush hour traffic, the cab kept stopping and going, making her dizzy, so she closed her eyes for a nap.

Soon they arrived at the Qyria Club.

Before entering, Esther Carter gave Elara Hale a pep talk, "Be brave, we’ve decided to make an effort, right? So no matter where or under what circumstance you see Mr. Fitzwilliam, don’t forget your intent and make sure to confess, got it? Remember, confession, confession, confession!"

Elara Hale burst into laughter, "You’re reminding me way too early. You can remind me again as we leave. It won’t be too late."

Esther Carter sighed internally, she was truly worried sick over Mr. Fitzwilliam.

Upon entering, the crew was already there. Being the leading actress, Esther Carter was warmly greeted the moment she stepped in. She looked around and asked the assistant director beside her, "The investor hasn’t arrived yet, right?"

The assistant director chuckled, "No, big shots usually come last. Don’t you know that?"

His gaze kept sneaking glances at Elara Hale, and he sneakily asked Esther Carter, "Your friend? So good-looking, is she planning to enter the industry?"

He’d seen this situation often—someone becoming famous and bringing in newcomers. Esther Carter was the lead in this movie, likely to see a big rise in fame post-release, so it was natural for her to want to introduce someone.

Esther Carter gave him a mysterious smile, "Guess why we suddenly got so much additional investment for our drama?"

She patted Elara Hale’s shoulder and pointed with her mouth, "That’s the reason!"

The assistant director was amazed and immediately extended a warm hand to Elara Hale, "Hello, hello, I’m the assistant director of ’Sea Sound’. My surname is Hu, may I know your name?"

Elara Hale was flattered, "Hello, my name is Elara Hale."

After the assistant director left, she stared at Esther Carter in disbelief, "Wow, you’re doing so well now I’m benefiting just by association."

Esther Carter couldn’t stop laughing, thinking that the one benefiting was yet to be determined.

Unexpectedly, a moment later, Owen Grayson arrived too.

The two beauties from before weren’t with him. He had the same casual demeanor as before, and because of his reputation in the crew, not many dared to approach him.

He walked straight to Esther Carter with a mischievous grin, "Hand me your phone."

Esther Carter eyed him warily, "What for?"

Owen Grayson took advantage of her distraction, grabbed her phone, and scanned it across her face, unlocking it.

Esther Carter reached to grab it back, Owen Grayson dodged. She reached again, he dodged again, and all the while he was fiddling with something on her phone.

Esther Carter got angry, gritting her teeth, "Owen, stop looking for trouble!"

Owen Grayson was already done, and with a flip of his wrist, handed her the phone.

Esther Carter looked down and saw the WeChat name that had been removed from the blacklist on the phone.

Before she could speak, she heard Owen Grayson say, "Blacklist me again, and I’ll personally go to your house and make you add me back."

He deliberately leaned close to Esther Carter with a sinister smile, "You know me, I don’t have a great reputation, and if someone like me goes to your house, I can’t guarantee what might happen."

Esther Carter squinted at him for a while and asked suspiciously, "Owen, do you like me or something?"

Owen Grayson reacted as if he heard the most hilarious joke, "Like you? My goodness, am I crazy? How could you have such an absurd idea? It’s killing me with laughter. You’re so vain, do I look like someone who’d be such a tool?"

Esther Carter remained expressionless, "Oh."

Without hesitation, she looked down and hit delete.

Owen Grayson’s face turned green, stammering, "You, you, you..."

"What ’you, you, you,’" Esther Carter eyed him sideways, "If you have the guts, just block me at my house; if you can cause any trouble, I’ll respect you like a real man!"

During this time of being together in the film crew every day, she had figured out Owen Grayson’s temperament—his most solid feature was his mouth, with his tough appearance being 60% an act.

In other words, she wasn’t intimidated by him. She had intended to save some face for him, but since she saw Rosalind Jacobs mixed up with him, she had no more sympathy left.

Owen Grayson was at a loss for words, choked by Esther Carter.

Elara Hale was honestly impressed; sometimes, she truly envied Esther Carter. Her words were always so effective, while Elara could never manage to say such things.

Just then, the assistant director "shushed," saying, "The investors are here."

Esther Carter immediately stood at attention, eagerly pulling Elara Hale and staring intently at the doorway.

Elara Hale, affected by her excitement, became inexplicably nervous.

A few seconds later, the director and producer respectfully led a figure inside.

Elara Hale straightened her back unconsciously when she saw the figure.

Esther Carter was stunned for a moment, incredulously poking the assistant director, "That’s the investor?"

The assistant director was somewhat surprised too, "Didn’t you know? From the beginning, our drama was invested in by Ms. Dalton, along with a few other investors who held fifty percent of the shares. Later, mysterious capital added a significant investment, but people at that level are not ones we can contact. The director pleaded earnestly to get Ms. Dalton here, and honestly, she did it as a favor to him."

Esther Carter felt like she was struck by lightning, and Elara Hale was even more shocked.

Because this Ms. Dalton was none other than her former mother-in-law, Kylie Dalton.

She never expected to run into Kylie Dalton in an occasion like this.

She could almost imagine how Kylie Dalton would react upon discovering her presence. And with Esther Carter hanging around her, considering Kylie Dalton was an investor, if she decided to target Esther in the future...

Elara Hale didn’t hesitate at all, pulling on Esther Carter’s arm, "I’m leaving."

Esther Carter was puzzled, "Why leave? Since we’re here,... cough! Since we’re here, let’s leave together later."

Elara Hale pointed to Kylie Dalton, who was being surrounded not far away, "Her, Mason Jacobs’ mother, my former mother-in-law."

Sparing no words, which left Esther Carter covered in cold sweat.

"Damn, what the hell is this!"

She had only seen Kylie Dalton once at Elara’s wedding and had long forgotten what the old hag looked like but didn’t expect to bump into her here.

After thinking it over, Esther Carter said gravely, "Let’s leave together; I’m afraid I can’t hold myself back from throwing wine in her face."

Elara Hale believed she would actually do it, so she nodded, "Alright, let’s leave together."

Esther Carter said, "I’ll inform the assistant director."

Hearing she was about to leave, the assistant director wanted to persuade her to stay, but Esther Carter looked heartbroken, "I’m really sorry, my father got hit by a car. It’s serious; he’s almost dying. I need to see him one last time."

Elara Hale twitched at the corner of her eyes, always knowing Esther had issues with her father, but not to this extent—such ungratefulness was incredulous.

The assistant director looked sympathetic, "Then hurry back. If anything comes up here, I’ll cover for you. Go, hurry to see your father one last time."

Esther Carter nodded mournfully and dragged Elara Hale to leave.

When they were sneaking out, they bumped into someone who was also sneaking out, and Esther Carter glared, "Owen, are you sick?"

Why does he always gather at the scene of excitement!

Owen Grayson, bewildered, "You’re the one who’s sick! I want to leave too, can’t I?"

Esther Carter eyed him suspiciously for a moment. The situation was urgent, so she didn’t waste time talking to Owen and was about to continue out when he suddenly sped up and dashed out like an arrow released from a bow.

Esther Carter cursed, "Nutcase."

Just as the two were about to head out, the director spotted them and warmly called out, "Carter, come have a drink with Ms. Dalton."

Esther Carter’s body stiffened while Elara Hale’s body also locked up.

Kylie Dalton, seeing Esther Carter and Elara Hale across the room, gave them a meaningful glance, "It’s you two."

Esther Carter could only stand straight.

Unexpectedly, Kylie Dalton didn’t make a scene but lightly said, "Come, have a seat."

Esther Carter and Elara Hale didn’t move. Kylie Dalton raised an eyebrow, and the director immediately walked up to them, urging, "Didn’t you hear her calling you? Go, quickly, don’t offend the investor!"

Not knowing Elara Hale was not part of the industry, he assumed she was another actress in the crew.

Esther Carter said, "Director, she’s my friend. I can go over myself. She has something else to do, so let her leave."

The director paused, then waved his hand, "Fine, let her leave then, but you hurry over!"

Elara Hale, however, grabbed Esther Carter’s hand, "I’m not leaving, I’m going with you."

If she left, Kylie Dalton would definitely take it out on Esther Carter. Esther Carter, being in the entertainment industry, might end up in a scandal if caught in a compromising situation, damaging her reputation and affecting her career significantly.

She couldn’t let Esther risk her future shielding her.

Having been friends for so many years, Esther Carter undoubtedly understood what Elara intended, and though deeply moved, she still nudged her, "Stop dawdling, hurry and leave."

"I’m not leaving." Elara Hale was stubborn and unyielding.

The director chuckled, "It’s not like it’s a dragon’s lair, alright, have a couple of drinks together and then go, our crew doesn’t have those chaotic rules."

Seeing Elara’s resolute expression, Esther Carter was both exasperated and defeated, so she sneakily sent a WeChat message to the group Grandma Fitzwilliam started when no one was watching.

"Grandma Fitzwilliam, Elara and I are blocked by Kylie Dalton. Kylie Dalton is Elara’s former mother-in-law, at Qyria Club, save us!"

She didn’t have The great Mr. Fitzwilliam’s contact, so she hoped this roundabout method would work, praying Grandma Fitzwilliam would send him to the rescue.