On the Day I Was Kicked Out of the Wealthy Family, I Had a Flash Marriage with a Tycoon-Chapter 101: They Both Got the Wrong Idea

The security guard immediately reported, "President Sinclair, this young lady doesn’t have an appointment, and no one is here to meet her, but she’s insisting on coming inside."

Tristan Sinclair’s dark, deep eyes landed on Jean Kensington as he asked, "Looking for your uncle?"

Jean Kensington nodded. "Yes, my uncle is probably busy. I can’t reach him on his phone. President Sinclair... may I go inside?"

After watching her for a moment, Tristan Sinclair finally said, "No!"

Jean Kensington: "..."

Tristan Sinclair strode into the building, his assistant close behind him. Watching their retreating figures, Jean Kensington furrowed her brow. ’Fine, if he won’t let me in, so be it.’ She pulled out her phone and tried calling her uncle again.

Just then, Phoebe Sinclair suddenly appeared, a look of surprise on her face. "Jean Kensington! It really is you. What are you doing here?"

Jean Kensington glanced at her but didn’t respond. Her call still wouldn’t go through.

Seeing her attitude, Phoebe Sinclair’s expression soured. She immediately snapped at the security guards, "What are you all doing? Get this woman out of here! Is the company entrance a place for any old riff-raff to loiter?"

"Yes, Miss Sinclair!"

Two security guards immediately moved forward to escort Jean Kensington away.

"Miss, we’ll have to ask you to leave."

The line continued to ring unanswered. Jean Kensington put her phone away, shot a cold glance at Phoebe Sinclair, and decided to wait at a nearby coffee shop instead.

Just as she was about to turn, a man’s voice suddenly called out from behind her, "Jean Kensington."

Hearing the voice, Jean Kensington immediately turned to look. It was Tristan Sinclair—he had returned. He looked at her and said, "Come in."

Jean Kensington: "..."

’Why is he so fickle?’

Remembering his attitude just now, Jean Kensington felt annoyed and said petulantly, "That won’t be necessary. I’ll just wait at the coffee shop next door. But thank you, President Sinclair."

Tristan Sinclair’s expression shifted slightly. He snorted softly and added, "Your uncle is busy today. He can’t step away from the office for even a moment. If you’re not coming in, you might as well leave."

"..."

In the end, Jean Kensington swallowed her pride and went inside.

Standing off to the side, Phoebe Sinclair’s expression was a mixture of red and white.

Jean Kensington walked over to Tristan Sinclair, followed him further inside, and then stepped into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed, and the assistant began briefing Tristan Sinclair on the day’s schedule. Jean Kensington stood quietly to one side, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

Soon, the elevator doors opened.

The three of them stepped out of the elevator, and the assistant said, "Miss Kensington, please come with me. I’ll take you to your uncle."

"Okay, thank you." Jean Kensington then turned to Tristan Sinclair. "Thank you, President Sinclair."

Tristan Sinclair fixed her with a sharp gaze and suddenly asked, "That day at the mall, why did you pretend you didn’t recognize me at first?"

"Uh..." Jean Kensington laughed awkwardly. "I just assumed President Sinclair wouldn’t remember me."

"What? You think I’ve gone senile?"

"Of course not. I was just surprised you still remembered me."

Tristan Sinclair snorted and turned away.

Jean Kensington: "..."

"Miss Kensington, this way, please," the assistant said.

Jean Kensington nodded. "Sorry to trouble you."

Jasper Lockwood and Chloe Sterling arrived at the Lockwood Residence.

Old Master Lockwood was standing in the living room, staring fixedly at the pair, looking rather displeased.

Jasper Lockwood raised an eyebrow slightly. "Grandfather... is something wrong?"

"Are you two hiding something from me?" the old master asked.

Chloe Sterling’s expression flickered. ’Does he know about my other identity?’

"What are you referring to?" Jasper Lockwood asked.

"I thought you two were together because you were genuinely in love, but I never imagined you’d deceive me! Your acting skills are quite impressive! I almost believed you were truly married!"

Jasper Lockwood frowned slightly. "Who has been spouting nonsense to you?"

The old master said coldly, "The two of you have been sleeping in separate rooms, living completely separate lives. Is that nonsense, or is it a fact? Jasper, you said you didn’t care about the shares, that you wouldn’t get into a fake marriage for them. So what is this all about?

"Chloe, what are your motives? What do you hope to gain from Jasper Lockwood? Money? Status? Or his investment in the Medical College? I trusted you both so much, and this is how you repay me?"

Chloe Sterling opened her mouth to speak but didn’t know how to explain.

Jasper Lockwood immediately said, "It’s not what you think."

"Then what is it?" the old master demanded. "Tell me, what is the meaning of all this?"

After a brief pause, Jasper Lockwood spoke again. "It’s my fault. In any case, Chloe and I are not in a fake marriage, and our marriage certificate is definitely not a forgery."

Hearing this, Old Master Lockwood looked completely astonished. "What? What... your fault? You... what kind of problem?"

’Could it be? Does my eldest grandson have... a physical problem?’

’No, that’s impossible!’

Chloe Sterling stared at Jasper Lockwood in shock. ’Did he really have to throw himself under the bus like that?’

Seeing their expressions, Jasper Lockwood knew they had gotten the wrong idea, and his face instantly darkened. "What I meant was, I was the one who suggested we stay in separate rooms at first. I was just worried Chloe might have trouble adjusting to her new role and surroundings all at once."

"Oh." The old master let out a sigh of relief. "You scared me for a second there."

Jasper Lockwood: "..."

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Chloe Sterling’s face. ’So I was the one who got the wrong idea.’

After a moment of thought, she said, "It was my fault. It was a whirlwind marriage, and I had some trouble adjusting. I didn’t even move into the Lockwood Residence at first, which is why Jasper was worried."

"Really?" The old master looked skeptical.

Jasper Lockwood said bluntly, "Can’t you tell how I feel about Chloe?"

Old Master Lockwood cleared his throat. "For all I know, you could just be acting!"

Jasper Lockwood: "Even if I were acting and it was a fake marriage with Chloe, there’s nothing you could do about it."

The old master: "I wouldn’t give you the shares!"

Jasper Lockwood: "I don’t care about them."

The old master: "..."

"Grandfather," Chloe Sterling said, "Jasper and I are not in a fake marriage. I give you my word."

After shooting Jasper a glare, the old master turned to Chloe and asked, "In that case, do you really like Jasper?"

"I..." Even if she did like him, Chloe was too embarrassed to admit it in front of them. Yet she couldn’t refuse to answer. After a moment’s hesitation, she just hummed, "Mm." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The old master frowned. "Hm? Isn’t that answer a bit half-hearted?"

Jasper suddenly took Chloe’s hand and said, "Grandfather, you don’t need to worry about Chloe and me. We have other things to attend to, so we’ll be going now."

With that, he turned and led Chloe out the door.

"You brat, get back here!"

Jasper Lockwood didn’t stop, instead pulling Chloe into the car and driving away.

Watching the car disappear into the distance, the old master cursed again, "That blasted kid!"

The butler standing nearby said, "Master, I don’t believe the Young Master and Young Madam are in a fake marriage. It’s quite clear that the Young Master is truly fond of the Young Madam."

Old Master Lockwood: "Of course I know that!"

The butler: "Then why were you doubting them just now?"

"I was doing it on purpose. They’re moving so slowly. At this rate, when will I ever get to see my little great-grandchild?"

"..."