Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 119: Chapter 119
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It had started as a sunny day, but suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky.
Within ten minutes, the rain was pouring down outside the window, catching everyone off guard.
"Alex, come sit down. My dad will be here in a minute," Isaac said, breaking the silence.
The private room's decor was both luxurious and elegant, with large floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the landscape outside.
Alex guided me to sit at the table. At that moment, a young woman in uniform was preparing coffee with graceful, precise movements, her actions fluid and elegant.
I took a small sip of the coffee she handed me. It must have been high-quality coffee, but I couldn't quite place the flavor. Instead, a chill crept down my back.
"I'm going to the restroom," I said, standing up.
Alex nodded slightly.
I stood up and walked out.
Then Kailyn's voice came from behind. "Alex, why did you bring her here? I thought you'd bring Samantha."
"Kailyn..." someone's voice sounded.
I didn't bother to listen. I already knew it wouldn't be anything good.
As I stepped out of the room, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.
When I walked out of the restroom nearly two minutes later, I saw Kailyn had somehow appeared there too, fixing her makeup in front of the mirror.
"I really don't understand what Alex sees in you." she sneered.
Her eyes flicked to mine in the mirror as she continued nonchalantly, "Maybe it's just a change for fun?"
She raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with cynicism as she said.
I smiled, narrowing my eyes as I replied, "Miss Shepherd, if you're afraid of losing and regret it later, just let me know in advance."
Kailyn snorted, rolling her eyes. "Are you so sure I'm going to lose, Laurel? Who gave you the confidence to think Alex would marry you?"
I could sense the smugness in her expression, but deep down, an unsettling feeling gnawed at me.
"Laurel, do you know why Alex won't marry Samantha?" Kailyn asked, crossing her arms with a sweet smile on her lips. "It's because Samantha is the one Lena picked out for him."
"Looks like they aren't very close," I replied casually.
Kailyn shot me an annoyed look. "You know nothing about it. Lena fell ill after giving birth to Alex. That's why she sent him overseas. Otherwise, how could she have brought herself to do it?"
I paused, slightly stunned. The story was not true, and in fact, the reason why Lena fell ill was because of Raphael.
It wasn't hard to understand why she was that furious, especially after Raphael had another child with another woman, and when she found out, the child was nearly the same age as her grandson.
What was even more infuriating was that she had to pretend that this child was hers.
No woman could tolerate raising the child of her husband's mistress.
To outsiders, Lena and Alex seemed close, but no one knew the truth behind their relationship.
I suddenly thought of the injury on Alex's back.
'Had Lena been the one to hurt Alex, or had she hired someone to do it for her?' I thought.
The thought brought a pang of sympathy for Alex.
It seemed like his childhood must have been filled with hardship.
"I should thank you, though, for giving me the chance," Kailyn's voice cut through my thoughts.
I looked up at her, slightly dazed.
"Don't worry, I'll have Alex compensate you more generously. How about 1.5 million dollars?" She paused, sizing me up with a look of disdain. ^=^ "1.5 million dollars might be too much. At most, I'll give you 600 thousand dollars, and that should be enough. As for the remaining money, you'll have to figure that out yourself. Otherwise, once I marry into the Herrera family, it'll be too late."
I narrowed my eyes, pulling a smile from the corner of my lips. "Fine."
As I turned to leave, I stopped, my eyes locking with Kailyn's. "Miss Shepherd, make sure you have the money ready, just in case."
As I walked out the door, a wave of dizziness washed over me. It would be a relief if I just fainted—then I wouldn't have to face those dreadful things or the people I was desperate to avoid.
As Alex had said, I'd always preferred to avoid conflict.
But what was wrong with doing that?
It kept unnecessary conflicts at bay and bought me a little more time.
But right now, I had no choice.
Kailyn's confident, smug expression made it clear this wasn't just a casual dinner.
Was Alex in trouble, or had he been coerced into marrying Kailyn? I didn't know.
I sighed deeply. I hadn't realized Alex was so sought after.
If it weren't for his cool, aloof demeanor, I'm sure there'd be more women vying for his attention.
In the past, the woman by his side had been Samantha, the daughter of the Harvey family.
Therefore, no one dared to challenge her for Alex, though some might resort to underhanded tactics behind her back.
But now, things had changed. Alex had made it clear he was interested in someone else.
As long as it wasn't the Harvey family's daughter, everyone would seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
They'd try to get their daughters into Alex's bed to climb the social ladder.
In the world of the wealthy, marriage was all about the right connections.
Only by joining forces could the greatest benefits be reaped.
Raphael had made a smart choice by arranging Alex's marriage to Samantha. After all, the Harvey family was a powerhouse, and their wealth had been passed down for generations.
I rubbed my brow. Didn't people always say that a family couldn't stay rich for more than three generations?
Maybe that saying was a lie.
The rich might not always stay rich, but the poor trying to break the class divide was a reality that seemed impossible to overcome for generations.
I pushed open the door to the room, and my gaze immediately landed on a man sitting at the head of the table. In his early fifties, he wore a gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He exuded an air of gentleness, competence, and sophistication.
Beside him sat a woman, perhaps in her thirties, with striking looks and an air of nobility. She wore a black suit with a long black skirt and a Gucci waist chain, giving off a cool, noble vibe.
This woman, I realized, wasn't Maddox's wife.
"Who is this?" One of the people who had been chatting earlier now turned their gaze toward me.
Alex stood and gestured for me to sit beside him.
"And this is..." Maddox asked, studying me with a light smile in his eyes.
Before Alex could answer, Isaac, who had been sitting quietly on the side, spoke up and introduced me. "Laurel."
"Laurel... That's a lovely name," Maddox said, his gaze lingering on me.
I gave a small smile. "Thanks."
"Did your father give you that name?" Maddox asked, his tone polite but curious.
Within ten minutes, the rain was pouring down outside the window, catching everyone off guard.
"Alex, come sit down. My dad will be here in a minute," Isaac said, breaking the silence.
The private room's decor was both luxurious and elegant, with large floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the landscape outside.
Alex guided me to sit at the table. At that moment, a young woman in uniform was preparing coffee with graceful, precise movements, her actions fluid and elegant.
I took a small sip of the coffee she handed me. It must have been high-quality coffee, but I couldn't quite place the flavor. Instead, a chill crept down my back.
"I'm going to the restroom," I said, standing up.
Alex nodded slightly.
I stood up and walked out.
Then Kailyn's voice came from behind. "Alex, why did you bring her here? I thought you'd bring Samantha."
"Kailyn..." someone's voice sounded.
I didn't bother to listen. I already knew it wouldn't be anything good.
As I stepped out of the room, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.
When I walked out of the restroom nearly two minutes later, I saw Kailyn had somehow appeared there too, fixing her makeup in front of the mirror.
"I really don't understand what Alex sees in you." she sneered.
Her eyes flicked to mine in the mirror as she continued nonchalantly, "Maybe it's just a change for fun?"
She raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with cynicism as she said.
I smiled, narrowing my eyes as I replied, "Miss Shepherd, if you're afraid of losing and regret it later, just let me know in advance."
Kailyn snorted, rolling her eyes. "Are you so sure I'm going to lose, Laurel? Who gave you the confidence to think Alex would marry you?"
I could sense the smugness in her expression, but deep down, an unsettling feeling gnawed at me.
"Laurel, do you know why Alex won't marry Samantha?" Kailyn asked, crossing her arms with a sweet smile on her lips. "It's because Samantha is the one Lena picked out for him."
"Looks like they aren't very close," I replied casually.
Kailyn shot me an annoyed look. "You know nothing about it. Lena fell ill after giving birth to Alex. That's why she sent him overseas. Otherwise, how could she have brought herself to do it?"
I paused, slightly stunned. The story was not true, and in fact, the reason why Lena fell ill was because of Raphael.
It wasn't hard to understand why she was that furious, especially after Raphael had another child with another woman, and when she found out, the child was nearly the same age as her grandson.
What was even more infuriating was that she had to pretend that this child was hers.
No woman could tolerate raising the child of her husband's mistress.
To outsiders, Lena and Alex seemed close, but no one knew the truth behind their relationship.
I suddenly thought of the injury on Alex's back.
'Had Lena been the one to hurt Alex, or had she hired someone to do it for her?' I thought.
The thought brought a pang of sympathy for Alex.
It seemed like his childhood must have been filled with hardship.
"I should thank you, though, for giving me the chance," Kailyn's voice cut through my thoughts.
I looked up at her, slightly dazed.
"Don't worry, I'll have Alex compensate you more generously. How about 1.5 million dollars?" She paused, sizing me up with a look of disdain. ^=^ "1.5 million dollars might be too much. At most, I'll give you 600 thousand dollars, and that should be enough. As for the remaining money, you'll have to figure that out yourself. Otherwise, once I marry into the Herrera family, it'll be too late."
I narrowed my eyes, pulling a smile from the corner of my lips. "Fine."
As I turned to leave, I stopped, my eyes locking with Kailyn's. "Miss Shepherd, make sure you have the money ready, just in case."
As I walked out the door, a wave of dizziness washed over me. It would be a relief if I just fainted—then I wouldn't have to face those dreadful things or the people I was desperate to avoid.
As Alex had said, I'd always preferred to avoid conflict.
But what was wrong with doing that?
It kept unnecessary conflicts at bay and bought me a little more time.
But right now, I had no choice.
Kailyn's confident, smug expression made it clear this wasn't just a casual dinner.
Was Alex in trouble, or had he been coerced into marrying Kailyn? I didn't know.
I sighed deeply. I hadn't realized Alex was so sought after.
If it weren't for his cool, aloof demeanor, I'm sure there'd be more women vying for his attention.
In the past, the woman by his side had been Samantha, the daughter of the Harvey family.
Therefore, no one dared to challenge her for Alex, though some might resort to underhanded tactics behind her back.
But now, things had changed. Alex had made it clear he was interested in someone else.
As long as it wasn't the Harvey family's daughter, everyone would seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
They'd try to get their daughters into Alex's bed to climb the social ladder.
In the world of the wealthy, marriage was all about the right connections.
Only by joining forces could the greatest benefits be reaped.
Raphael had made a smart choice by arranging Alex's marriage to Samantha. After all, the Harvey family was a powerhouse, and their wealth had been passed down for generations.
I rubbed my brow. Didn't people always say that a family couldn't stay rich for more than three generations?
Maybe that saying was a lie.
The rich might not always stay rich, but the poor trying to break the class divide was a reality that seemed impossible to overcome for generations.
I pushed open the door to the room, and my gaze immediately landed on a man sitting at the head of the table. In his early fifties, he wore a gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He exuded an air of gentleness, competence, and sophistication.
Beside him sat a woman, perhaps in her thirties, with striking looks and an air of nobility. She wore a black suit with a long black skirt and a Gucci waist chain, giving off a cool, noble vibe.
This woman, I realized, wasn't Maddox's wife.
"Who is this?" One of the people who had been chatting earlier now turned their gaze toward me.
Alex stood and gestured for me to sit beside him.
"And this is..." Maddox asked, studying me with a light smile in his eyes.
Before Alex could answer, Isaac, who had been sitting quietly on the side, spoke up and introduced me. "Laurel."
"Laurel... That's a lovely name," Maddox said, his gaze lingering on me.
I gave a small smile. "Thanks."
"Did your father give you that name?" Maddox asked, his tone polite but curious.
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