A Matter of Wife and Love novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77 A Slap in the Face

Elyse stepped forward and introduced herself nobly. “Hello, Mr. Hansen. My name is Elyse Clayton.” There was a graceful and impeccable smile on her face. “As for Miss Dillon, perhaps she just happens to pass by this place.” She directly spoke on Amelie’s behalf.

On the other hand, Amelie pressed her lips together, not in a hurry to speak. Beside them, Leo looked at Amelie, who remained motionless as though she was just a passer-by. Her expression was calm, and her bearing was dignified. He squinted his eyes, wondering what she was up to.

Following that, Elyse stepped forward, awaiting Mr. Hansen to lead the way for her. To her surprise, Mr. Hansen didn’t go in as he waved his hand and said, “No, the person Mr. Steward would like to see isn’t Clayton.”

“It’s me, Mr. Hansen.” Only then did Amelie call out to him as she brushed past Elyse and stood in front of the butler. “I’m Amelie Dillon.”

“Amelie Dillon?” Hearing the name, Mr. Hansen dipped his head. “That’s right. You’re the one that Mr. Steward would like to see. Please come with me, Miss Dillon.” His attitude turned hospitable in an instant as he led Amelie into the place.

On the other hand, the ignored Elyse was rooted to the spot as her mind turned blank. What’s going on? Isn’t Amelie here to look for Leo? I can’t believe she’s here to see Owen!

Meanwhile, Leo furrowed his brows. Despite being a seasoned man, he was still shocked by what he had just witnessed. His gaze then trailed Amelie.

“Leo.” Elyse came over with an embarrassed expression. She had promised that not only could they have a word with Owen, but she could also persuade him to work with Genesis.

What had just happened was no different from a slap in the face for her. On the other hand, Amelie had been invited into the house by the Steward Family’s butler. At that moment, Elyse felt extremely humiliated.

Soon, Mr. Hansen brought Amelie to the reception room. Guests to the Steward Residence were led to different places based on their statuses. The average guests would be brought to the side hall, while the more important ones would be led to the living room.

Meanwhile, the most important guests would be invited to the VIP room, which was where Amelie was heading.

While on her way, she was greeted by many servants, who couldn’t help gaping at her as she was led to the VIP room. They started speculating about her identity.

One had to know that fewer than five guests would be invited to the VIP room in any given year. All the same, Amelie wasn’t perturbed by the servants’ stares, nor was she astounded by the lavish decorations in the VIP room. She remained calm and collected as she was seated on a chair, looking like a noble lady from a medieval painting.

Mr. Hansen couldn’t help but be awed by her elegance as he treated her even more politely. “Please wait a second. Mr. Steward will be here soon.”

“Thanks, Mr. Hansen,” Amelie replied gently.

Soon, she was served a cup of coffee. Although she had no idea what kind of coffee it was, the aroma exuding from it suggested that it was the best-in-class coffee that was extremely rare.

She nodded and watched the servant leave. Only then did she fish out her phone and send a message to Toby, telling him to bring Elyse away.

Elyse had no idea what was going on with Owen. If she caused some trouble, all their efforts would go down the drain.

The instant Amelie was done sending the message, she heard the doorknob turning. She promptly got to her feet and saw a dapper-looking man stepping into the room.

The man sported a solemn expression. With a tall and burly figure, he looked domineering. Although there were only some wrinkles on his face, his hair was all gray, which made him look like he was in his late fifties.

He was none other than Owen Steward, who was a business tycoon in Skaynia. In fact, he was only in his early forties.

“Good day, Mr. Steward.” Seeing the man, Amelie ambled forward and greeted him politely.

Elyse had offered to help, but she was completely clueless about what had happened in the Steward Family, which was ridiculous. Fortunately, Toby had decided to come over as he was worried about Amelie. Otherwise, their plan would’ve been ruined.

He then gazed at Leo. “Leo, you’re usually more sedate than I am, so what has gotten into you this time?” He was questioning why Leo had asked Elyse to come over and talk to Owen. Since they had sought Amelie’s help, it was preposterous that Leo had let Elyse tag along.

Hearing that, Elyse flushed with anger, for she realized Toby was reprimanding her, not Leo. She snapped without any resignation, “What nonsense are you spouting? Mrs. Steward has never told me that she has fallen out with her husband!”

“Do you think she would inform everyone that she has fallen out with her husband?” Toby was speechless at her silliness. Only a dumb man like Leo would fall in love with this kind of woman.

An aggrieved Elyse bit her lip as she remained silent.

“What’s going on?” Leo asked in a grim voice. Owen kept a low profile, so they could hardly gather any information about his private affairs.

Toby tucked his hands into the pockets and gaped at them. “Do you know why Mr. Steward is so eager about venturing into the entertainment industry as he has bought several film production companies in just a few years? That’s because he’s trying to retaliate against his ex-wife, who hooked up with a director and took away all his wealth. The reason he has been buying up these companies is to make sure his ex-wife will lose her footing in the industry. Didn’t you say you’re on good terms with his ex-wife? Don’t you find it odd that, considering Mr. Steward’s status, his ex-wife hasn’t taken part in any proper film in the past few years?” Toby knocked some sense into the lady.

Hearing that, Elyse hung her head low. Mrs. Steward indeed hasn’t been invited to participate in any major films. She didn’t ponder on it in the past, but she now realized something was indeed amiss.

“Is your source of information reliable?” Elyse still hoped that this piece of information was inaccurate.

“That was what Foxy told me. She knows Owen fully well,” Toby replied dispassionately.

At the mention of Foxy, Elyse suddenly thought of something as her face turned ashen. “Could Amelie be…” Foxy?