In the most luxurious hotel, guests were already gathered.
Keira, already five years old, is running around with her understanding sister Hope chasing after her. They sisters chased each other and eventually crashed into Emma Rosy’s arms.
“Keira Wright, you’re not listening again, are you? I’ll call Auntie Taylor out and have her give you a hard time.”
Eva Taylor is very good to They children, but her fiery personality can also discipline the children.
At that, Keira really obeyed and ran away while pulling Hope, Emma Rosy sighed helplessly
Then and Charles Taylor looked at each other, both helpless.
At that moment, Master Wright noticed They late arrivals and lectured: “You’re only here now, and you don’t know what you have to do, you don’t even care about your brother and sister’s engagement party.”
They elders were still chatting when Hope suddenly ran over with a face full of anxiety and took Emma Rosy’s hand, “Mom you go… to see Keira… Keira followed an uncle and… also shouted for dad…”
Hope ran anxiously, a sentence said broken, Emma Rosy heard the heart shock, immediately rushed out.
As the engagement party began, Emma Rosy ran out of the hotel to the light music and saw Keira in front of the church, hugging a man’s leg and talking with her head tilted in emotion.
The man is long, his suit is straight, and he nods slightly to reveal the angular side of his face.
Emma Rosy was not sure for a moment that the man she had buried in her heart for two years had finally returned.
The red light came on and pedestrians rushed to the road like a tidal wave. She ran quickly, her eyes following the man’s every move, fearing that if she was not careful, everything she had just done would be lost again.
In the square, white doves leisurely pecking at the ground, aware of the crowd approaching, have spread their wings to fly to the church steeple.
The man seemed to sense something and turned around suddenly.
The black and sunken eyes look at you as if a deep sea, which makes people sink without knowing.
Stopping two meters away, Emma Rosy quietly stared at him, her mood boiling like boiling oil, but the look on her face was surprisingly calm, not even a frown.
“Mom, look, I found Dad! Alex Dad is back!” She was jumping and dancing as she spoke.
Emma Rosy slowly curled her lips and nodded her head: “Yes, I see.”
She then approached slowly, her gaze questioning, aggrieved, heartbroken, and uncontainable surprise.
Alex Brown politely and detachedly extended his hand toward her, smiling and asking, “Are you the mother of this little child? Excuse me, please take her away, I have urgent business to attend to.”
He calls Keira a child?
Emma Rosy frowned: “You… don’t know us?”
Alex Brown was stunned, subconsciously looked at the hotel in the distance, and then quickly withdrew his gaze, maintaining a disgusting smile: “If I’m not mistaken, you should be the project manager of Wright Group Group, Miss. Richard . Unfortunately, I have just returned home and did not receive an invitation, so I have no chance to attend your engagement party.”
What the hell is he talking about? If he pretended to have amnesia and disowned her and Keira, why should he misunderstand her engagement to someone else?
Emma Rosy can’t help but be angry, deliberately ignoring his half-extended hand and beckoning Keira back.
The little one was reluctant at first, but sensed the unusual atmosphere, and then reluctantly retreated to Emma Rosy’s side.
Emma Rosy stared closely at Alex Brown’ face, trying to see the slightest hint of a change that could not escape her.
However, Alex Brown was surprisingly calm, even withdrawing his arm with natural grace, as if he didn’t mind her uncultured behavior.
“Well, then, have a nice engagement.”
Alex Brown nodded his head in greeting, did not look at Keira for a second time, and turned to leave.
One step, two steps, three steps…
Seeing that he really did not hesitate, Emma Rosy finally admitted defeat: “Today is Joe and Eva’s engagement party!”
After a pause, and a helpless sigh: “If you want, I can take you in and send them a blessing.”
“Sorry, I still have things to take care of, I will definitely give my blessing in person next time I have the chance.”
Emma Rosy turned her head away, hiding the tears under her eyes, but accidentally spotted Tina Everard standing under the sycamore tree not far ahead.
Could it be that they had been together for the past two years?
Yes, since Tina Everard and Eric Chan were working together to help Alex Brown with his play, they would certainly be in contact with each other. But why did Alex Brown fake his death two years ago, and now he is back in the capital? Was the operation a failure, as Tina Everard claims, or was there a hidden agenda?
Is Alex Brown’ current memory loss real, or is it just another hoax?
If it is true, why does he remember Tina Everard but forget about her?
Emma Rosy stood still and watched as Alex Brown and Tina Everard got into their car and drove away.
She desperately wanted the truth, wanted to seek a result for her two years of waiting, but at the same time, she realized that the matter was not as simple as it seemed, and what she had to do now was to wait and see what happened.
Behind her, a property owner approached, followed her line of sight and narrowed her eyes: “Is that Mr. Brown also acquainted with Miss Richard?”
Emma Rosy stretched out her fingertips, quickly wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes, jaw slightly raised, light-heartedly responded: “I have some encounters with him, why, Mr. Xu also know?”
The short, fat Mr. Xu waved his hand with a pleasing smile: “As you know, our company has only developed in the past two years, and the Brown Group was said to have gained momentum in City A two years ago, so how can they look at a small company like us? It’s Miss. Richard and the Wright Group that have the insight.”
This Mr. Xu, who was recently trying to establish a partnership with Wright Group, naturally chose to say something nice, but unfortunately, such “nice words” were of no value at all.
Emma Rosy was about to make a perfunctory remark and go back to the hotel, when Mr. Xu said thoughtfully, “However, the experience of Mr. Brown is very interesting. I heard that two years ago he suddenly disappeared, and his business was scrambled by his family relatives, and about three months ago, he appeared again with his fiancée and took everything back, and acted so mysteriously that even the paparazzi, who are always watching the entrepreneur, did not get any news.”
Alex Brown’ secret retaking of the company in a very short period of time is indeed amazing, but Emma Rosy’s focus is on the “fiancée”.
“Oh? You haven’t heard anything?” Mr. Xu pointed in the direction of the car leaving: “The woman who just got in the car with Mr. Brown is his fiancée, her name seems to be…”
“Tina Everard,” Emma Rosy said lightly.
“No, it’s Ivy Smith!”
Outside the car window, the scenery on both sides of the street flew back, and Alex Brown leaned back in his seat, his face downcast.
“Eric Chan’s getting bolder and bolder, how dare he provide false information, it seems he wants to end his salary and go home to retire!”
Ivy Smith next to him teased, “If he hadn’t said Emma Rosy was engaged, would you have come? He’s also being nice, trying to give you an excuse…”
“None of your business, keep your mouth shut.”
At the engagement party, everyone is mingling and laughing.
Master Wright and Carl Hollander, as the hosts, were too busy entertaining the guests to notice Emma Rosy’s strange appearance when she returned.
Emma Rosy was in a heavy mood, full of thoughts of Alex Brown and his unidentified “fiancée”, so she silently huddled in a corner, ready to go home and rest until the party was over.
But she is not interested in socializing, and there are many people who want to impress Miss Richard through the dinner.
At first, due to the occasion and her current status, she was able to cope with a few words with a smile, but later on, she gradually showed her impatience. On the contrary, the businessmen, who were overwhelmed by profit, had no eyesight and still raised a glass of wine in front of her.
“Miss. Richard , you have to drink this glass of wine anyway, just give me face.” The red-faced man toasted Emma Rosy, seemingly already drunk, staggering on his feet and nearly bumping into a passing waiter.
Emma Rosy looked at him with cold eyes: “Take it away.”
This person still does not know to leave, pulling a boss beside him to get up: “Just now he gave you a toast, you are not to refuse ah, to me also can not be treated differently, or spread out…”
“Today’s engagement party, Mr. Wright and Ms. Taylor is the main character, if you are sincere to participate, please go bless the new couple.”
Emma Rosy leaned back in her chair, slightly tilted her head, but the momentum was not weak, but made people around her feel vaguely oppressed.
Among them, the most embarrassed is naturally the man standing in front of him.
The reason why he dared to pressure Emma Rosy through wine was because Emma Rosy was a woman and had been parachuted into the Wright Group two years ago as Miss Wright Family. In the eyes of the outside world, she is simply a powerless vase, because of this, people who do not know the inside story will not tire of testing, and even bullying.
The result of this will only be self-defeating.
The man could not bear Emma Rosy’s cold gaze for a few seconds, his wrist shook, red wine dripped down his arm, his white shirt was stained, and then hurriedly put down his glass and hid in the bathroom to deal with it.
When the others saw this, they naturally said goodbye, and in a flash, the table was empty, leaving Emma Rosy alone.
She stood up and retreated from the bustling atmosphere, fleeing to the quiet bathroom to try to adjust her emotions.
Cold water slapped against her cheeks and she had to be careful not to ruin her makeup, and she looked at herself in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile sadly.
In the past two years, she has asked herself countless times what she is living for.
For Master Wright’s love, to take care of Hope and Keira, to see Joe Wright and Eva Taylor happy… all for others, not for herself.
Perhaps from the moment she saw Alex Brown’ tombstone, she lost her passion for life, which is why she gave up her love of medicine and chose to enter the corporate world, fighting in the heart-wrenching business world. And whenever she felt her strength was running out, the only thing that gave her support was that Alex Brown might still be alive.
So humble, so desperate.
Taking a deep breath, she straightened up and dried her water stains, intending to leave.
Around the corner leading to the ballroom, a woman approached her head on, and she stepped to her right, her path blocked once again.
Her eyes fell on the woman, who didn’t look old, so she asked as gently as she could, “Can I help you?”
The woman had a goose yellow skirt, and although her figure was petite, she exuded an air of reserve from the inside out.
Unfortunately, when she opened her mouth, she was immediately tiresome.
“Emma Rosy, right? I’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time.”
The condescending tone, combined with the overbearing posture, she is another spoiled young lady.
Emma Rosy didn’t answer, waiting for her to continue.
“Won’t you ask me who I am?” The woman raised an eyebrow and surveyed her, then smiled in mock amusement, “Of course, my father is one of the leading figures here, and even if you’ve never met me in reality, you must have seen me on the news or in magazines.”
Quite bewildered by the feeling of superiority, Emma Rosy did not want to hear any more of her nonsense and repeated coldly, “What’s the matter?”
She suddenly scolded like a shrew, “Stop pretending! What’s the point? Oh yes, that’s how you seduce men, and you certainly enjoy it. But I’m warning you, you can’t afford to have a brother Taylor!”
Brother Taylor, Charles Taylor?
She really didn’t expect that one day Charles Taylor’s suitor would actually come forward to her.
If it was the Emma Rosy of old, she would have explained calmly, but unfortunately now she was older and bad-tempered, and even less in the mood to play such childish games with little girls.
She bypassed the woman and walked straight away.
“Stop! I order you to stand still!”
The woman saw that Emma Rosy simply ignored her and had to step on her heels to catch up with her, continuing to block her.
“I’m talking to you, do you hear me? Or are you too scared to face me?”
The woman was still chattering, but Emma Rosy’s eyes crossed her and landed on Charles Taylor’s face not far away.
Charles Taylor, who had obviously seen the scene before, raised a step to come over to relieve the situation, but was stopped by a look from Emma Rosy.
“Little girl, you think I seduced your brother Taylor, so you came to me. So what do you want me to do about it?” Emma Rosy looked at the woman with a wry smile.
“I want… you to leave him, of course, and not to haunt him anymore, and not to…”
The woman’s voice was getting smaller and smaller, because after careful recollection, she simply could not find evidence of Emma Rosy pestering Charles Taylor, although there were quite a few rumors, but They met mostly because of business matters, even if they met in private, it was all Charles Taylor’s initiative.
“You don’t know what you want, and you don’t know what he wants. Boring, childish, ridiculous, if I were a man, I wouldn’t like you either.”
Emma Rosy sarcastically and without mercy, then raised her chin: “Your brother Taylor is there, if you have anything to say, why not speak to him directly.”
The woman followed Emma Rosy’s pointing and saw Charles Taylor behind her, and was so ashamed that she fled.
Seeing the woman disappear around the corner, Emma Rosy apologized without walking away, “Sorry for pissing off your admirer.”
Charles Taylor was indeed a little hurt, but not for that inconsequential woman.
“Emma, you’ve really grown up a lot, even… don’t need my protection anymore.”
Emma Rosy understood the meaning of his words, but was unable to respond, so she left in a hurry after thanking him on the pretext that she had something to do at work.
“Stop the car.” She commanded listlessly.
The driver slammed on the brakes and hesitantly explained, “Miss. Richard, we’ve just arrived at the office, and it’s a long way from the old house.”
“I want to walk by myself, you go back.”
Standing at the roadside, the warm daylight shone down from overhead, enveloping the whole person, finally feeling a trace of warmth.
She soon reached the main entrance of Wright Group.
Looking across the road, the magnificent building shone with a piercing glow, a place that countless people dreamed of but could not reach, but to her, it was perfectly normal.
She knew that she had been lucky.
Apart from three years in prison, she had never suffered any hardships, and even when things went wrong, she always had the Wright Family behind her. But why is it so difficult for her to be truly happy?
Her eyes dropped in despair, but her pupils suddenly tightened.
She stared at the man standing in front of the building, and finally confirmed that it was Alex Brown!
It was too late to even think about why Alex Brown was there, and she impulsively ran over to him. The high heels she had prepared for the engagement party were so high and thin that she nearly twisted her ankle while crossing the street.
“Alex…”
Panting, she came up behind him and was about to call out to him when the glass doors of the building opened and Ivy Smith stepped out from inside.
Alex Brown immediately greeted her, took the bag of documents and bags in her hand, even free a hand, around her shoulders.
Emma Rosy froze in place, her earlier nervous eagerness now looking like a joke.
Emma Rosy backed up in a panic, and finally simply turned around and ran to hide behind the raised platform by the front door.
When Alex Brown faked his death, she always felt there was hope, and when Alex Brown returned and lost his memory, she suspected he was acting, but now? Even when no one was around, he and Ivy Smith were very close, clearly as an unmarried couple!
This time, she really realized that she was abandoned, so the tears she had been holding back for two years were going to be shed at this moment.
Not far away, Alex Brown holding Ivy Smith’s hand, gradually tighten.
Ivy Smith was surprised by his sudden intimacy, and stiffly turned her head to ask: “Mr. Brown, does this dress look good on me today? Or is the lipstick color more to your liking?”
Alex Brown was no less distraught than Emma Rosy and had no time to deal with Ivy Smith’s joke, only to whisper a reminder, “She’s in the back.”