Redemption Marriage

Chapter 347: Does the Santiagos' family have a granddaughter elsewhere? Looking at the scene playing out before her, Vera's chest tightened, her breath hitched as her hands trembled with both embarrassment and bitterness.

She felt ridiculous; she had been the one who nearly had her teeth out of her mouth if not for the quick intervention of the guard standing nearby, yet another is being checked for harm.

It seems that in this life, she would always be a worthless piece of trash.

After he had made sure Jessica was fine, he slowly turned to face Vera. His gaze was icy cold, with no emotion on his face. It was as though he had never seen or known her before.

To put it mildly, she is just a stranger to him.

Looking at that expression, Vera clenched her fist subtly by her sides as she braced herself for Davis' words, which she knew no doubt would stab her heart, leaving only pain and pain in its wake.

Just as she expected, Davis' voice rumbled through the pin-drop silence. "Vera, to hurt her? could you really afford it?" he asked.

Jessica stared at Vera for a while. She was still surprised at the turn of events.

From the tshe saw them approaching, she was ready to tell her husband off, but the stumbling Vera left her with no word to say.

Davis' mouth opened to speak further but she tugged lightly at the hem of his suit.

"Forget it," she said.

Ignoring her words, he continued, "I don't care what it is you want to do, but you see her, you keep away," he said, his voice laced with venom.

Vera blinked back the tears that threatened to fall.

For one thing, she didn't do it intentionally, and yet if not for the timely interference of the guard, she would really be so embarrassed that she'd plead with the earth to swallow her whole.

Davis' words might have hurt, but more hurting was the suppressed murmurings going around them.

"She really knew how to seek attention." "It's not just seeking attention but throwing herself on him in the presence of his wife... shameless and fearless." "Tsk, tsk... shameless mistress." "Never knew the Louis family to be this embarrassing." "Clinging to the sman she rejected in the past?" "My memory is really refreshed to the true definition of shamelessness." Vera stood rooted to the spot, her face twisting with several shades of embarrassment. She regretted why she had followed Davis.

She lifted her gaze and settled on Jessica, who had ignored her but was all over Davis as they whispered and smiled at each other.

"Why did you cand not call me?" Davis asked as he carefully and gradually led her to open the car door. He helped her settle into the car; she removed her glasses just as he boarded, shutting the door. The driver didn't board, and the car didn't pull away.

Inside the car, Davis pulled her closer to himself as he kissed her deeply, only letting her go to catch her breath.

At his signal, the driver boarded the car, and slowly it left the group. Vera stood rooted, her feet unable to move forward even as she wished.

In the car, Jessica comfortably snuggled in his arms. She had been really tired from the day's stress, and with his presence and scent, she felt every of her senses relax.

She was certain he would hold the world if it fell. With her conviction in place, it didn't take long, and she drifted into the dreamland.

By the tthey got home, the sun had already dipped down the horizon, and the dark clouds took over.

The car stopped at the doorstep. A guard alighted and opened the door.

Davis stepped and carefully carried her out of the and with steady steps returned to their room.

~Hotel Room~ Julian sat on the desk, his laptop glowing with light as he handled his online meeting with the members of the Board with regards to the ongoing project of the Anders Group.

Though he had arrived in Country Y with the purpose of bringing back his sister, he was still as much the President of the group, and several matters he handled online, and for some, he traveled back to the country to settle.

Maxwell pushed the door in and entered, noting he was holding a meeting, he carefully closed the door with a click as not to disrupt the meeting.

Julia glanced at him briefly as he paused briefly beside him but he continued with the meeting.

Maxwell sighed. He would have preferred giving him a report of the situation, but seeing the crucial nature of the meeting, he made a decision to report to him once he was through.

With a deep breath escaping his nostrils, he went over to the wardrobe and pulled it open.

He carefully brought out their suitcase, making sure not to disrupt his meeting.

For one, he knew Julian would definitely request moving tonight since the house is already in place.

So it would be better if he arranged the items before he finished the meeting. With seriousness, he packed their suitcases.

By the tJulian finished his meeting, their suitcase was already set, standing at the foot of the bed while awaiting instructions.

Shutting down his laptop as he gathered the files, his voice filtered through, "Did you find any?" he asked. "Yes, I did, and it had also been cleaned by workers I hired," he responded.

"Can we move in tonight?" he asked as he glanced lightly at the suitcase already packed.

Maxwell nodded and shook his head, and while he still wanted to say something more, Julian's words made him pause. "Let's go then." Maxwell's brow furrowed as he looked at him, stumped.

"Ah!" "Aren't you the one that mentioned moving?" "I was only asking for your opinion," Maxwell explained.

"Well, I guess my opinion is clear now. We are moving since the place has been cleaned." There wouldn't be any need of staying at the hotel if he could live closer to his sister.

Maxwell nodded with a sigh just as Julian grabbed his laptop and phone from the table, ready to leave the room.

As his hand settled on the doorknob to pull it open, Maxwell's voice paused him mid-step. "You have an invitation." "Invitation?" His tone tinged with surprise because his arrival to Country Y wasn't known to anyone. He turned around, meeting his quiet gaze.

"The Santiagos' family knew you were in town and extended an invitation to you," he reported, while he retrieved the invitation from his breast pocket and handed it to him.

"The Santiagos? Who delivered the invitation?" he queried as he stretched out his hand to receive the invitation card.

His brow furrowed as he turned the golden-plated card over and over in his hand while noting the quality of the card. "The texture and design are rich, they really spent a fortune for the card." He smirked.

"What is the banquet for?" he asked as he opened it to read through.

"Welchfor their granddaughter?" he asked with raised brow.

Maxwell, unaware of the details, could only nod his head. "It seems they just discovered this granddaughter," he stated.

"Does the Santiagos' family have a granddaughter elsewhere?" he mused while he flipped the card to Maxwell. "Should I investigate?" Maxwell asked.

"You have no reason to probe into other people's affair." "Meanwhile, you make plans for it and get a befitting gift for the granddaughter, it's a happy course," he stated.

He took a deep breath. "Maybe I should start planning for my sister's welchome," he said to himself.

"But sir, the Santiagos and Anderson had always been business rivals over the years," Maxwell tried to explain.

"That was the handiwork of my grandmother. I don't really know why she doesn't like that family. But for NO me, Business is business, and so far I have had no feud with them," he stated.

Since he was a younger child, his grandmother had always maintained the idea that no son of the Anderson family should have any connection to the Santiagos even in business dealings.

Surprisingly, that idea had beenupheld for decades, and whenever they wanted to probe the reason behind such an idea, she would use her authority to send the person out of her presence. Maxwell felt his head throbbing at his decision. It may not be long before the old lady would start calling. And knowing this young master's attitude, he never does things the way others dictated but with his own way. Maxwell didn't know if he should feel honoured or weary.

Shaking his head lightly in resignation, he muttered, "It seems I will have to make a concrete plan to shield his identity concerning this trip." While he was still lost in his contemplation, the door shut with a thud, snapping him out of his daze.

At this time, he noticed Julian had already left the room.

He hurriedly pulled the suitcase and followed suit, the door clicking shut behind him.

Meanwhile, Vera arrived the Louis family just in tfor the dinner. Sylas was seated at the head of the table. A maid announced her arrival.

Sylas' hand that was ready to pick his cutlery faltered briefly, while several other persons face twisted. "Let her cover for dinner. There won't be need waiting for her to change," he said with detached emotion. Upstairs, Vera stepped into her room shutting the door behind her with the intention of taking a bath after the long.

But then there was a light tap on the door and as she opened she found a maid standing at the door.

She had arrived to summon her for dinner, passing the exact message of Sylas to her.

Vera's fury shimmered under her skin, yet she managed to cool her temper, telling herself it wasn't worth the effort.

She spun on her heels and followed the maid out of the room, bracing herself for the taunts and mocking jabs of this family that has never really cared.