Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 155: Urging a Confession

In the taxi, Esther Carter looked at the WeChat in her blacklist, smiling contentedly.

"The bastard, just because he won’t let me delete him, he thinks I’m out of options? Take being blacklisted as a hint, old man."

The taxi driver was a very chatty uncle, and upon seeing her beaming smile in the rear-view mirror, he opened his mouth to gossip, "Young lady, is that your boyfriend?"

Esther was just about to deny, but unexpectedly the uncle wasn’t even talking to her but rather opening up the topic.

Without pausing for even a moment, he continued, "Looks pretty good, eh! The guy is tall, handsome, and energetic, you have a good eye!"

"You two look quite like a couple, how long have you been together? Are you engaged yet? Let me tell you, when you meet a good one, hold on tight, quickly make him yours, the other girls out there are all smart, if you don’t act, they’ll snatch him away!"

"I think you’re a local, right? Oh, you should marry early, have kids and recover your body sooner, young parents can help take care of the kids, are you planning to have one or two? I suggest two, kids should have a companion, and it won’t be as stressful in the future."

"Sigh, you’re the lucky one. My daughter, over thirty, hasn’t even found a partner yet, claiming that having a partner will affect her sword-drawing speed. I can’t understand, what’s it got to do with sword drawing? It’s driving me crazy..."

Esther tried several times but couldn’t get a word in, eventually silently pulled out her earphones and put them on.

Dating and marrying Owen Grayson, have two kids with that damn man? Her brain hasn’t been kicked by a donkey.

Not in the next lifetime either.

Not in the next next next next next next next lifetime either.

In the crew, Owen Grayson lay on a recliner, lazily chewing on a piece of grass, looking utterly bored.

But actually, he was furious.

This was his first time actively asking a woman for her WeChat, and what did he get?

Blacklisted on the second minute?

Intolerable! Absolutely intolerable!

If it weren’t for her working hard in acting just that bit, being genuinely innocent just that bit, and being kind to staff just that bit... He wouldn’t even bother adding her on WeChat!

The more Owen thought about it, the angrier he got. He suddenly sat up and decided, no matter where that woman runs off to, he’s going to chase her down and avenge this humiliation!

Just as he was about to get up, his phone rang. Seeing his family calling, he irritably ran his hand through his hair before answering. Instantly, the serious demeanor vanished, replaced by a carefree tone, "Dad, what’s up?"

"Where are you?"

"Out with friends," Owen replied casually, "A friend brought some good stuff over, Dad, you should try it sometime, but..."

"Enough!" Mr. Grayson interrupted angrily, "You’re not a child anymore, always messing around outside! You don’t care about the company’s business, always vexing me, I might as well be dead!"

"That’s not true," Owen grinned, "I’m not interested in the company, but you are my dad, I wouldn’t dare vex you."

"Then set the engagement!" Mr. Grayson said sternly, "You’ve been seeing Miss Jacobs for over two months now, it’s time for the next step. It’s happening this Saturday, one ceremony in Northgarde, another in Seacliff, go home immediately and prepare."

Owen’s expression changed, his tone still rebellious, "I don’t like her, she’s like a block of wood, doesn’t understand any fun, Dad, find me someone else."

Mr. Grayson was so angry he felt pain in his liver, "Find find find, where on earth would I find one for you? Everyone in Seacliff knows about your reckless behavior, who would want to give their daughter to you? Without some connections, you wouldn’t even have the chance to marry Miss Jacobs! Get home immediately! Your grandfather’s been ill for way too long; listening to this good news might just help him recover."

Owen paused, swallowing back the words he was about to say.

Mr. Grayson hung up directly.

Owen held the phone, contemplating for a moment, "Miss Jacobs, huh..."

Somehow, a lively and fiery image flashed in his mind—of someone yelling at him and chasing him with a broom.

After a while, he sent a message to Rosalind Jacobs.

"Want to head out shopping this afternoon?"

Almost instantly, Rosalind replied, "Sure."

Owen smirked, eyes full of disdain.

This lackluster woman is almost broadcasting her gold-digging intent on her face, why would he marry her? To eat or what?

He replied, "Alright, meet at Kaelan Plaza at 3 PM."

Then he put away his phone.

At 3 PM, Elara Hale and Esther Carter met at a newly opened Western restaurant. Esther ordered a feast, along with two bottles of champagne.

Elara isn’t a heavy drinker, but today she was feeling upset, eating little and instead drinking glass after glass of champagne.

She soon finished two glasses.

She propped her chin, smiling as she watched Esther passionately rant about the crew’s affairs. After a long talk, Esther finally noticed something was wrong.

Elara was too quiet.

She suddenly got a bit worried and asked, "Elara, what’s wrong? Why are you so silent?"

Elara had been holding back her emotions, but Esther’s question made her eyes turn red immediately.

Esther was startled, quickly moved around and sat next to her, hugging her, "Oh my, what’s happened? My poor darling, why are you crying out of the blue? Tell me, what’s going on? I’ll stand by you!"

Elara leaned against her shoulder, truly looking like a poor thing, tears dropping with grievance.

After finally calming her mood, she, sobbing, recounted last night’s incident.

Esther widened her eyes, "He hugged you? And you felt it wasn’t right, wanted to move out? Does he... does he know?"

"He doesn’t yet." Elara said hoarsely, "But I... I’m afraid if this continues, I won’t be able to control myself... I don’t want to lose control...then we can’t even be friends."

Esther’s expression instantly turned colorful.

She coughed, cleared her throat, "Why not try confessing to him?"

Elara shook her head, despondent, "Destined to be impossible, why humiliate myself?"

Esther didn’t give up, grabbing her hand and analyzing, "Think, since you’re planning to move away anyway, never to meet again, how he views you doesn’t make a difference, right? You might as well confess once, if it works you’ll hit the jackpot! Even if you fail, you don’t lose anything."

Elara’s muddled mind was blank, "Really?"

"Of course it’s true," Esther enthusiastically encouraged, "Two words won’t cost you a piece of flesh, how about calling him now and clarify your feelings, if he rejects it, you can move decisively and cleanly, how smooth!"

Elara looked at her phone, cowardly as hell, "Let’s talk tonight..."

Esther Carter saw she was really chickening out, sighed, and didn’t rush her. Instead, she poured her another drink. "Whatever you want, come, have another cup!"

Alcohol empowers cowards, right? She couldn’t believe it—get her friend drunk, and then what won’t happen tonight?

She didn’t believe the great Mr. Fitzwilliam would just let Elara Hale move out.

As the saying goes, would a wolf let go of the meat already in its mouth?

Elara Hale drank the third glass of champagne and stopped, waving her hand repeatedly, "No more, no more, if I drink more I won’t be able to go back."

Esther Carter had to give up.

"Why don’t you go back now and confess to him?" she suggested.

After all, strike while the iron is hot. It was not easy to persuade her friend; she was afraid dreams at night are long, and what if in an hour Elara forgot about it?

Esther Carter believed if Fitzwilliam succeeded this time, he must award her the best model worker, and with such great help, wouldn’t resources come pouring in?

Elara Hale nodded, "Alright then..."

She stood up, not too drunk. Although three glasses of champagne made her a little dizzy, she wasn’t confused.

Esther Carter supported her as they walked out.

They hadn’t walked far when Esther Carter suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Elara Hale paused for a moment, sensing something was off, and followed her gaze to see a familiar face.

It was Owen Grayson, who had visited her when she was hospitalized for an injury, right?

Only Owen Grayson looked quite different from before; today, he was dressed like a thug, with ragged jeans and a clinking t-shirt, bleached yellow hair, and shiny diamond stud earrings...

He had two scantily clad, sexy women in his arms.

Behind them stood another of Elara Hale’s acquaintances, Rosalind Jacobs.

Elara Hale’s muddled mind froze for a second, Owen Grayson? Rosalind Jacobs? How did these two end up together?

Esther Carter was already extremely annoyed with Owen Grayson. Seeing him like this, she immediately switched to mockery mode. "Look, isn’t this our..."

Owen Grayson’s face stiffened, and he quickly ditched the two beauties to grab Esther Carter and pull her aside. "Come on, please don’t say anything, okay?"

Esther Carter gave him a sidelong glance. "Why, am I disturbing your flirting?"

"What flirting... alright, alright, let’s say I am!" Owen Grayson humbly begged her, "Please don’t spill the beans about my work in the crew, don’t tell them I’m an actor. I’ll call you Auntie, I’ll listen to you from now on!"

Esther Carter eyed him suspiciously, glanced at Rosalind Jacobs, and chuckled. "Alright, make sure you keep your word, or I’ll tell them that little missy is a Jacobs, my old friend, get it?"

Owen Grayson instantly felt a chill down his spine.

Originally wanting to muddle through, he hadn’t expected this demoness to be friends with Rosalind Jacobs? 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Then was he really going to be led by the nose by her in the future?

But at the moment, he had no other option. Today, he purposely brought two women out to disgust Rosalind Jacobs, intending to force her to give up on the engagement.

If Rosalind Jacobs found out he wasn’t as incompetent as he appeared, wouldn’t she cling to him for dear life?

With a sigh, he reluctantly agreed, "Alright, as long as you don’t mess things up for me, anything is negotiable."

Meanwhile, Rosalind Jacobs was furious that her man was whisked away by Esther Carter. She glared at Elara Hale, demanding, "What’s her relation to Owen Grayson?"

She had no fondness for Esther Carter. In the past at the club, Esther Carter had stood up for Elara Hale and scolded her mercilessly, which she still remembered.

Now she had snatched Owen Grayson away at first sight. Even though she had been frequently in contact with Owen recently, he had always been indifferent to her, never showing such interest.

Inside, she became guarded,

Elara Hale, half-drunk and half-awake, looked at Rosalind Jacobs and asked, "What’s your relation to Owen Grayson?"

Rosalind Jacobs proudly declared, "He’s my fiancé, we’re getting engaged this Saturday."

Elara Hale’s mind was slow to process, but once she did, she was shocked, "You’re getting engaged?"

Isn’t Owen Grayson pursuing Esther Carter?

This scumbag... Is he two-timing??

Rosalind Jacobs snorted, "Why, with my looks, figure, and family background, what’s wrong with marrying well? Elara Hale, you must be jealous, aren’t you?"

Elara Hale hadn’t figured out the underlying meaning of her words, and Owen Grayson returned dragging Esther Carter along. Once in place, Esther Carter shook him off irritably.

She went over to pull Elara Hale away, glanced at Rosalind Jacobs without bothering to respond, and said, "Elara, let’s go."

Rosalind Jacobs didn’t want to let them leave like this. First, she hadn’t figured out the relationship between Esther Carter and Owen Grayson. If they left, Owen surely wouldn’t explain it to her. Second, she wanted to flaunt a bit in front of Elara Hale.

"Esther Carter, you’re just going to walk away? Are you guys so afraid of facing people?" Rosalind Jacobs provoked.

Esther Carter stopped, turned back to look at her, and squeezed out words from her teeth, "Don’t force me to slap you."

"You’re too crude." Rosalind Jacobs replied deliberately in front of Owen Grayson, "Foul-mouthed, not gentle at all. Women like you won’t be able to find a husband in the future."

"Whether I find a husband or not, none of your damn business!" Esther Carter saw through Rosalind Jacobs’ intentions at once and sneered, "Your only skill is barking."

"Esther Carter!" Rosalind Jacobs frowned in annoyance, warning, "We’re all women, don’t think I don’t know your petty tricks!"

"It’s not the same, you’re a tech warrior, and I’m just the natural fitness crowd," Esther Carter glanced at her playfully, "You’ve had a lot of work done on your face lately, can a pretty face grow rice?"

"You!" Rosalind Jacobs quickly checked Owen’s reaction and saw he was gazing elsewhere, feeling relieved.

She should have known how venomous Esther Carter’s mouth was!

"Don’t pin something on me, I’ve never had work done." Rosalind Jacobs said coldly and turned to Owen Grayson, "Shall we go?"

Owen Grayson glanced at Esther Carter, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

So when she said they were "friends" with Rosalind Jacobs, it was this kind of "friend."

Esther Carter watched Rosalind Jacobs’ back, smirked, and deliberately raised her voice, "Small chest doesn’t mean you should feel inferior, learn some landscaping better, don’t use those random products, your chest is crooked!"

Rosalind Jacobs instinctively looked down, seeing her chest was fine, but her face turned green with anger.

Esther Carter, that witch, tricked her!