The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce

Chapter 299: Chapter 298: You Know What I Mean

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As Olivia was feeling puzzled, Jeremy whispered a few words in her ear:

“Help me stand.”

He had drunk too much, and the effects of the alcohol were now kicking in. Given that he was the man of the hour, it would be embarrassing to be found passed out here. It would be tomorrow’s headline and everyone would be laughing.

Quickly but subtly, Olivia helped him to his feet, although to outsiders, it looked like an intimate gesture.

Soft whispers filled the room, yet Olivia remained stoic. Only after escorting Jeremy to his room did she leave.

“Olivia ”

Jeremy suddenly called her back.

Olivia halted her footsteps, turning to look at him with a grin on her face. “Sir, do you have any further instructions?”

Jeremy gave her a tender smile. “Stop having feelings for me.”

Olivia paused, then burst into laughter, showing off her playful canine teeth. “Stop flattering yourself. I stopped liking you a long time ago. There are so many handsome men out there, how can I tie myself to only you!”

“You’re right,” Jeremy gave a relieved smile.

Olivia had been in the entertainment industry for a number of years, and her love affairs had always been a hot topic. Plenty of men were wealthier and more handsome than him. Her kindness to him was probably due to friendship more than anything else.

The moment she shut the door, Olivia’s eyes turned red.

She gazed up at the sky for a few seconds, quickly stopping the tears that were threatening to fall.

In the years she had been in the industry, acting was the first thing she learned, but when it came to acting out her own feelings, she was pretty bad at it. She could deceive others, but not herself.

After taking deep breaths for a few moments, her laissez-faire attitude returned.

Upon her return to the table, a woman in working clothes with glasses squeezed her way over to Olivia, criticizing in a dissatisfied tone: “Are you satisfied now? When you went in with him just now, everyone was guessing your relationship. Don’t you know this is bad for your reputation!”

“Do I still have a reputation?” Olivia shook the wine glass in her hands. The corners of her crimson lips turned upward, “Relax, Yvette. It won’t happen again.”

“This was also what you said last time. He only regards you as a friend. Why are you always so eager?” Yvette was so angry that her eyes and nose turned red, reminding her of something.

Olivia gulped down her wine silently, her eyes turning red again.

“Yvette, this is the last time, really the last time.”

Looking at Olivia’s forlorn state, Yvette sighed deeply.

Over the years, Olivia seemed always to be enveloped in love scandals. Actually, these were all smokescreens she intentionally created. Without these diversions, her acting career would have been quite expansive.

Yvette didn’t understand why Olivia would allow herself to become such a mess over a man.

Yvette took a deep breath, “Since you’re here in Capital City, you should attend the Jenkins family dinner in a few days.”

Olivia raised her chin slightly, looking a bit confused: “Why would I go to the Jenkins family dinner?”

She doesn’t even know anyone from the Jenkins family.

“Mr. Jenkins really likes your role in ‘The Mist’. Scarlett Jackson, the producer of ‘The Mist 2’, also wanted to go and she thought to take you with her.”

Upon hearing Scarlett Jackson’s name, Olivia instinctively frowned.

Scarlett was influential in the circle, but Olivia had no connection with her. Scarlett was not from the Jenkins family, so her intention to attend the family dinner seemed a bit odd.

“It’s said that Mr. Jenkins wants to find a bride for Zachary Jenkins. Scarlett has met Zachary,” Yvette winked at her, “You understand.”

Olivia nodded.

Most likely, Scarlett was fond of Zachary and wanted to use Olivia as a means to impress Mr. Jenkins.

With this thought, a hint of disgust flashed in Olivia’s eyes. However, she didn’t show it and just said to Yvette, “Prepare simple clothes for me for the day.”

If her memory served her right, this banquet would turn out to be a “concubine selection feast”. She certainly wasn’t in the mood to steal anyone’s limelight at such an event.

In the hotel next to Capital City Hospital, only Daniel Thompson was left in the room.

The doorbell rang, but Daniel remained calm as if he was expecting the visitor, who effortlessly opened the door.

Phoebe Belmont strode in.

Upon seeing her, Daniel frowned and complained, “Why are you here? Didn’t we agree not to meet unless it’s necessary?”

Daniel’s clear expression showed no signs of Alzheimer’s disease.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Thompson, Amanda just went down and won’t discover us. I just came to report some company matters to you.”

She stood there after quickly going over the company matters, as if wanting to say something else but restraining herself.

“Leave after you finish talking, so Amanda won’t find out,” Daniel was anxious.

With the help of a large sum of money and an old classmate, they had barely managed to deceive Amanda and the others. If they were exposed now, all their previous efforts would be for naught.

Seeing him like this, Phoebe’s eyes turned red, the tears swirling.

In the past, Daniel could converse with her openly at the company. But now, they were sneaking around as if they were having an affair.

What was even more difficult for her to accept was that Daniel was willing to pretend to have Alzheimer’s disease to mend his relationship with Amanda and the others.

Was this the same Daniel Thompson who used to command the winds and clouds in Sunnydale?

“Mr. Thompson, you previously asked me to manage the branch office, and I’ve already bought the ticket. I just want you to know, I am willing to do anything for you.” Phoebe looked lost.

Seeing her like this, Daniel remained silent for a few seconds. At first, he did want Phoebe to leave, but now that he had become “addled”, was there still a need to transfer her away?

“You don’t have to go to the branch office,” he voiced his earlier thought, “just stay at the head office. The company needs you now, given my current state.”

Upon hearing his words, the tears in Phoebe’s eyes fell.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Damn, someone was here!