Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 50: Who Exactly Is Zion Fitzwilliam?

Mason Jacobs was afraid of missing a call from President Dalton, so he didn’t dare leave his office for a moment. When Cecilia Quincy called, he immediately hung up.

Worried that Cecilia might overthink, he thoughtfully sent a WeChat message from his computer, "Waiting for an important call, be good, I’ll contact you later."

On the other end, Cecilia looked at her swollen ankle, her eyes instantly turning red.

Brother Mason had been indifferent towards her for several days now.

Whether it was before he went abroad or after he returned, Brother Mason had always taken great care of her and had never been so cold.

Is it because of Elara? Kylie Dalton had previously promised her that as long as she helped in getting Brother Mason out, she would be allowed into the Jacobs Family. But it’s been more than two weeks now, and neither Kylie nor Brother Mason has made any move.

Has Brother Mason... regretted divorcing Elara?

But when she returned to the country and contacted Brother Mason, he was overjoyed to see her. Facing her tests, Brother Mason even forced Elara to divorce without a second thought... He should love her.

Did Elara use some kind of tactic?

Cecilia bit her lip, a look of determination appearing on her face. She wouldn’t let anyone take away the happiness she had fought so hard for!

Hearing the commotion downstairs, a pain flickered in her eyes, and she let out a painful "ouch."

Rosalind Jacobs hurried upstairs upon hearing the noise. Seeing Cecilia sitting on the floor with a severely swollen ankle and a pained expression, she nervously asked, "Cece, are you okay?"

Cecilia revealed a gentle smile and shook her head placidly, "It’s nothing, just a sprain. Rosalind, could you help me up?"

Rosalind quickly went to assist her. "How could you be so careless? I’ll call my brother to arrange for the family doctor to come and take a look at you!"

Hearing this, Cecilia quickly replied considerately, "No need to call him, he’s quite busy. I’ll be fine after some rest."

Rosalind frowned, showing her disapproval, "How can that be? You’re hurt so badly, we definitely need my brother to come and see you!"

Cecilia lowered her head and smiled bitterly, "He won’t come back, don’t call."

Rosalind was stunned, looking up in disbelief, "You called him? He said he won’t care about you? That’s impossible, my brother cares so much about you, how could he..."

Cecilia shook her head with a bitter smile, "Rosalind, a man’s heart is fickle. Elara was married to him for two years, and back then I left him to go abroad for my future... I’ll respect his choice no matter what."

Hearing this, Rosalind couldn’t hold back her anger, raising her voice sharply, "What? It’s Elara? That bitch! My brother must be crazy, ignoring such a good woman like you and getting involved with that bitch again?"

Cecilia hurriedly tugged at her sleeve, "Rosalind, don’t talk about your brother like that."

Rosalind’s face turned a deep shade of blue, "Cece, you shouldn’t worry about this, I’ll handle it. Even if my brother is confused, we Jacobs won’t let that kind of woman into our family again!"

With that, she helped Cecilia to the bed, "I’ll get a doctor to take care of you. Cece, rest well, I’m leaving now."

Ignoring Cecilia’s calls, she quickly went downstairs and left the villa.

Cecilia hugged her knees, leaning against the bed, her face looking innocent.

On the other side, Mason Jacobs, in a state of panic, finally received a call from President Dalton of Prospera Group.

He quickly picked up, speaking courteously, "President Dalton, you finally decided to take my call! How about we meet up and talk? The sudden termination of the collaboration has been a huge loss for us at Jacobs Group."

President Dalton’s voice was brisk, "President Jacobs, it’s not that I don’t want to give you an explanation. You know it’s beyond my control."

Mason Jacobs sensed something was off and quickly asked, "Is someone pressuring you? Feel free to tell me, let me see if the Jacobs Corporation can figure something out!"

President Dalton spoke with difficulty, "President Jacobs, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but the other party is too influential, I dare not speak ill behind their backs! I’m only calling today because our two companies have worked together for so long, and I feel bad about this, so I’m giving you a heads up.

Forget about the partnership, and be careful in the future, don’t do anything to anger them."

Mason Jacobs couldn’t understand, "But I haven’t done anything!"

The Jacobs Group’s swift rise in Northgarde was entirely due to his savvy nature, offending people was out of the question. Sometimes, when faced with formidable competitors, he would even yield opportunities, so how could they suddenly become a target for suppression?

With a severe look on his face, this was no small matter. Mishandling it could lead to the possibility of the entire Jacobs Group being dismantled.

Mason Jacobs respectfully sought advice, "Dalton, help me out, give your brother some pointers."

President Dalton sighed, "You calling me ’brother,’ I can’t turn a blind eye. I’ll just say one thing, your family made a move they shouldn’t have, withdraw the previous lawsuit, and compensate properly, maybe there’s still a chance."

Mason Jacobs paused, realizing what President Dalton was implying, somewhat incredulous, "Is it related to Elara?"

President Dalton laughed, "I don’t know anything about some Elara business, I just know a bit of insider information. You figure out the rest."

With that, he hung up.

Mason Jacobs held his phone, still looking shocked. Recently, the only case involving Elara was that lawsuit. After being nearly trapped by those two videos last time, he has been cautious and hasn’t continued the legal action.

President Dalton was probably referring to that lawsuit.

Did he offend someone related to Elara? But he knew Elara’s background very well, an ordinary person from an ordinary family, how could she wield such power?

Mason Jacobs couldn’t help but think of that man named Zion Fitzwilliam.

After a moment’s thought, he dialed another number.

This number belonged to the owner of Aethel Insurance, Zachary Hale, who was Zion Fitzwilliam’s direct supervisor.

Previously, when Zion Fitzwilliam acted arrogantly in front of him, he had arranged a meeting with Zachary Hale to discuss their issues, hoping Zachary would blackball Zion in the entire insurance industry.

For this, he was even willing to use the entire Jacobs Group employee insurance to trade.

At the time, Zachary Hale’s attitude was ambiguous, stating that Zion Fitzwilliam was the most capable sales champion under him, and he couldn’t let go of such talent.

Because of this, Mason was somewhat displeased, but he didn’t pursue it further.

He wanted to ask Zachary Hale about the true nature of Zion Fitzwilliam.

The call connected, and Zachary Hale’s polite voice came through, "President Jacobs, is there something you need?"

Mason Jacobs got straight to the point, "Zion Fitzwilliam isn’t just your company’s sales champion, is he? Who exactly is he?"