Where Did He Go?
Byron had been somewhat busy lately too, but he still showed up at Rosalie‘s door every day.
Every so often, he would remember the sight of Rosalie meeting Leon in private and the way Rosalie
had turned the conversation against him later in the car.
Because of their argument that time, Rosalie even asked him to take Estie back home. Since then,
Byron would stop by but stay out of Rosalie‘s sight. He would simply watch the four of them from afar.
As he watched, Estie grew livelier by the day. At first, Byron assumed she just liked Rosalie, but now
the little girl was even starting to speak.
At the same time, Wendy rushed to the Lawrence Corporation as soon as the working day was over.
“Sorry, Miss Fuller. The Master just left.” Luther had just gotten off from work too, and he called out to
Wendy when he saw her hitting the button for the President‘s floor. Wendy‘s expression turned a little
hard at that.
“Where did he go?” Luther gave her a polite smile. “How would I know where the Master has gone? If
you wish to know, you could try calling him.” With that, he gave her a polite nod and left.
The elevator doors closed slowly. Wendy bit her lip hard, her heart filled with rage.
Although Byron had humiliated her in front of so many people back then and even made her a laughing
stock, she was more determined than ever not to give up.
Over the past few days, she had shamelessly tried to contact Byron over and over again, in the hopes
he would change his mind. Once Byron changed his mind and their families settled on the
engagement, she could finally put an end to those rumors circulating around.
Other than that, everything else she did would be pointless! After her attempts to patch up their
relationship repeatedly went to no avail, though, Wendy was starting to feel the despair creeping in!
After what he did at the banquet, Byron had not made any attempt to appease the Fullers at all.
Instead, he was wholly focused on the wench! She did not have to call him to know where he had
gone. He was surely at that wench‘s place again! Wendy opened the elevator doors and strode away
on her high heels. When she arrived home, Henry and Magdalene were sitting in the living room.
They wanted to ask Wendy if she had seen Byron, but the expression on their daughter‘s face told
them everything. “Byron wasn‘t there again, was he?”
Wendy was not the only one looking for him. They had tried reaching out to him too, but he refused to
meet any of them. Wendy personally visited his house a few times, but she did not even manage to
catch a glimpse of his face.
She threw her bag to the ground furiously. “It‘s all that wench‘s fault! What‘s so good about her
anyway?!” Magdalene frowned slightly. “Are you saying Byron is with that woman again?” Wendy sat
down next to them angrily. “Of course! Everyone‘s saying the one he wants to marry is Rosalie Jacobs,
and I‘m just a shameless suitor! I‘m offering myself to him on a silver platter, and even then he won‘t
take me!”
Henry and Magdalene exchanged a glance.
They had heard the rumors too, but they had had the same idea as Wendy. They thought that the
rumors would go away once Byron agreed to marry her. At this rate, though… Magdalene patted her
daughter‘s hand and comforted her, saying, “No matter what, he has to answer to us. Don‘t panic.”
“Don‘t panic? If I don‘t do something now, that wench will become his wife!” Wendy looked a little
crazed. Henry was equally furious, but he kept his cool. “That may be what Byron wants, but his family
may not agree. You saw it, your Aunt Melody doesn‘t like that woman in the slightest.” Wendy calmed
down slightly at that.
“You mean…?” “It‘s time we paid the Lawrences another visit,” Henry said coldly.
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