novelraw Chapter 242: Jealousy
Chapter 242: Jealousy
Chapter 242: Jealous?
Rachel Royce didn’t want to accept them, but seeing how awkward and troubled the staff member looked, she decided there was no need to make things difficult for him.
She looked at Ian Quinn and said, "President Quinn, I heard you have a new girlfriend." Ian Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Well, I haven’t won her over yet." "There’s actually a woman you can’t win over? Perfect, then these flowers are for you." Rachel Royce took the roses from the staff member’s hands and offered them to Ian Quinn.
Ian Quinn glanced at Julian Jennings, a deep smile forming on his lips. He reached out and took the flowers. "Well now, flowers from The Royce Belle. I have to accept them. I can’t be the first person to receive flowers from you, can I, Rachel?" Rachel Royce smiled. "Actually, President Quinn, you really are the first." Ian Quinn’s smile deepened. He shot a sidelong glance at the man beside him and jutted his chin in his direction. Julian Jennings couldn’t be bothered to react.
"I’m beyond flattered. Rachel, if you were chasing me, I wouldn’t hesitate for a second." Joanna Sutton rolled her eyes and retorted, "In your dreams." Rachel Royce couldn’t help but chuckle and said, "I’m giving them to you, President Quinn, so you can present them to your own lady." Julius Sutton said, "You hear that? They aren’t for you." Ian Quinn was unbothered. "As long as Rachel gave them to me with her own hands, that’s all that matters." "Alright, it’s time to go." They still had a dinner engagement to get to.
Julian Jennings said goodbye to the two of them.
As for the lunch the staff member was holding, she had Marcus Sheldon accept it.
The three of them went upstairs.
Only then did Joanna Sutton ask, "What the hell is that scumbag trying to pull?" Rachel Royce thought about what Tristan Sterling had said before.
’The "making it up to me" he mentioned was only because of Melissa. Tristan Sterling already considers Melissa a part of his life; everything that benefits Melissa also benefits him.’
’Melissa needs a mother and a home, so he has to give her everything she wants.’
’It’s not an act born of guilt or any feelings for me.’
’In the end, all his actions are based on his own self-interest. He’s just switched tactics, from the previous pressure to this new strategy.’
At this thought, Rachel Royce couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. ’Thinking about it now, his feelings for Claire Ainsworth were probably just for his own emotional gratification. Besides, she had a brother like Alexander Sullivan.’
Julian Jennings and Ian Quinn were sitting in the car.
Ian Quinn looked at the flowers in his hands, took out his phone to snap a few pictures, and then posted to his social media feed: "Flowers from the stunning Evelynn. Is this her way of confessing her love to me?"
Julian Jennings saw his post and shot him a look. "You’re as full of yourself as ever." Ian Quinn raised an eyebrow. "What, are you jealous? I can give you one, if you want." Julian Jennings looked away, not bothering to engage with him.
"Hey, what do you think Tristan Sterling is up to? Is he trying to win Rachel back?" Ian Quinn asked, puzzled.
Julian Jennings didn’t respond.
Ian Quinn continued, "They’re not divorced yet, so his chances look pretty good. If Rachel can’t resist, you’re screwed." Julian Jennings turned to stare at him, his expression turning cold. He said in a low voice, "If you want me to kick you out of the car, just say so." Ian Quinn just smiled, dropping the playful look. "But what I said is true. Rachel and Tristan Sterling have a child together, after all. Women soften easily for the sake of their children, and besides, Rachel did truly love him once. Right now, Tristan Sterling is refusing to divorce Rachel, so he definitely has a scheme in mind. You have to tell Rachel to be on her guard and not fall into his trap. If she gives in to him this time, he’ll absolutely push her, step by step, until she’s past her breaking point. When it comes to manipulating people, Tristan Sterling is a grandmaster. Not just anyone can outsmart him."
Julian Jennings turned his head to look out the window, his deep eyes unreadable, his thoughts a mystery.
The social media post Ian Quinn had made quickly caused quite a stir.
Of course, those who actually knew them didn’t believe for a second that Evelynn would give him roses.
Someone replied below.
"Mr. Quinn, are you just showing off with President Jennings’s flowers?" Ian Quinn: "Don’t be so quick to disbelieve. You can go ask him yourself if Evelynn gave me these flowers." "You don’t have some kind of dirt on Miss Evelynn, do you? For her to give them to you, Ian, instead of Julian... I never realized you were so cunning." Ian Quinn: "What’s that supposed to mean? What do you mean, ’cunning’? Am I that much worse than Julian Jennings? Or is he better-looking than me?" Joanna Sutton: "President Quinn, if you don’t have a mirror at home, go take a piss and look at your reflection. If that doesn’t work, I’ll send you one for free. Go home tonight and take a good, long look." "..." Ian Quinn looked at the comments from the peanut gallery and was so exasperated he could only laugh.
During the dinner party.
People were still teasing him about it.
No one believed that Evelynn had given him flowers instead of Julian Jennings.
Ian Quinn looked at the man beside him holding a wine glass. "I’ll admit, you’re a tiny bit more handsome than me, but it’s not as extreme as they’re making it out to be!" Julian Jennings glanced at him. "The will of the people is clear." "Fine, you’re the handsome one. But for all your good looks, you’re still single." Julian Jennings shot him a sideways glance, his eyes turning a few degrees colder.
Ian Quinn shrugged and quickly changed the subject, turning to someone else to talk business.
「After the dinner party ended.」
The group left the private room and entered the hotel lobby, where they happened to run into another party, led by none other than Tristan Sterling.
The people who had attended the dinner with Julian Jennings proactively went up to greet Tristan Sterling and shake his hand.
Tristan Sterling looked at Julian Jennings and said, "President Jennings." Julian Jennings shook his hand.
They exchanged a few simple pleasantries.
The group exited the hotel.
Before Tristan Sterling got into his car.
"President Sterling," Ian Quinn suddenly called out.
Tristan Sterling stopped and turned to look at him.
Ian Quinn said, "There’s something I feel I should return to you." Tristan Sterling said flatly, "I don’t accept things that have been touched by other men." Ian Quinn smiled. "What a shame. I guess I can’t return them to their original owner. Evelynn doesn’t want your things, President Sterling, so I was forced to accept them myself. If you plan on sending more gifts in the future, you might as well just give them to me directly. Evelynn won’t take them anyway, and it’s a waste to throw them out."
Tristan Sterling’s handsome face remained composed, but the corner of his mouth curved into a faint, mocking smile. "You’re only fit to take what others have thrown away."
"Then why does President Sterling insist on forcing the unwilling?" Julian Jennings suddenly spoke up.
Tristan Sterling scoffed. "She’s my person. There’s no reason for me to give her up to someone else."
"Rachel doesn’t belong to anyone. President Sterling doesn’t have the authority to ’give her up’ or not."
Tristan Sterling stared at Julian Jennings, his dark, bottomless eyes filled with derision as a cold, contemptuous smile graced his lips. Without another word, he bent down and got into the car.
The vehicle slowly drove away.
The onlookers watched the confrontation between the two sides, feeling an inexplicable pressure in the air, even though they didn’t know what was being said.
But from the sound of their final exchange, it seemed like they were fighting over a woman.
Though their hearts were filled with curiosity and questions, they didn’t dare to ask.
After saying their goodbyes, Julian Jennings and Ian Quinn also got into their car.