Classic Novel
Chapter 221
Chapter 221
Even knowing the photos were fabricated, Trent Brown was still shaking like a leaf. “Babe, those photos are fake; someone’s trying to frame me. I swear I didn’t do anything to hurt you.”
His wife’s sharp voice came through the phone: “Trent Brown, do you think I’m an idiot? You’re just an interior decorator, not big shot; who would bother framing you?”
Trent Brown felt like words were useless: “Honey, you have to believe me. Someone is trying to pin this on me. I swear, if I did anything to betray you, I’ll get what’s coming.”
His wife snapped back, “Trent Brown, not only do you not admit your mistake, but you’re arguing with me. I’m telling you now, I’m not living with you anymore!”
“Darling, I swear, Trent Brown started, but was cut off. “If you won’t admit it, then don’t bother coming home.”
No matter what Trent Brown said, he couldn’t convince her that he was being framed.
He didn’t have any enemies; who would want to frame him?
Without much thought, he figured it must be Jeremy Artis, whom he had just called.
He dialed a number and said, “Jeremy, I was just joking with you; no need to take it so seriously.”
Marcus Hartley responded coolly, “What?”
Trent Brown, “Don’t play dumb. Those photos my wife received must have been sent by you. I’m sorry. I apologize. Can you explain this to my wife? If you don’t, she’s going to divorce me.”
Marcus chuckled. “What did you do wrong?”
Trent Brown, “I shouldn’t have said I liked you, and I certainly shouldn’t have teased your wife. I screwed up, and I won’t do it again. As long as you explain to my wife, I’ll decorate your house beautifully at an unbeatable price.”
Marcus didn’t really want Trent to divorce; he just wanted to teach him a lesson: “I’ll let it slide this time, but if there’s a next time, you and your wife will likely split.”
Trent Brown, “This time is already serious enough; I’m not an idiot; how could there be a next time?”
“Hmm, good that you realize your mistake.” Satisfied with the answer, Marcus hung up and had his people handle the situation.
The house inspection took longer than Cornelia Stewart expected, checking not only the plumbing and electricity but also every single
tile in the house.
It took more than two hours, but thankfully the developer was decent, and only two tiles were found to be hollow.
It was already seven o’clock.
Cornelia prepared a thank–you fee according to market rates, but the professional refused.
Out of options, Cornelia went down with him to a small shop and bought him a Coke, which he happily accepted.
After he left, Cornelia bought three bottles of mineral water. As she was paying, Marcus suddenly appeared behind her and said, “Cornelia, get me a bottle too.”
“Sure.” Cornelia knew that Marcus only drank a specific brand of water, but the shop didn’t carry it. So she bought him the most expensive water in the shop and asked, “President Hartley, is this water okay for you?”
Marcus took the bottle, twisted the cap off, and took a sip. “I’m probably not as picky as you think.”
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