Chapter 150 Meeting Eric’s
New Assistant
As Rachel stepped out of Brian’s villa, the reality hit her–she had nowhere to stay.
Everything had happened so fast that she hadn’t even had time to sort out a rental.
Just as she slid into the car, Yvonne pressed a key into her palm. “I’ll send you the door code later,” she said
casually.
Rachel hesitated, feeling a little uneasy. “Yvonne…”
“Come on, we’re friends. There’s no need for all that,” Yvonne said with an easy smile. “And don’t overthink it. This apartment? It’s mine. I bought it before I got married, so it has nothing to do with Norton. No pressure at all. Stay as long as you need.”
That finally put Rachel at ease.
The moment they reached the apartment, Yvonne’s phone rang. She barely glanced at Rachel before sighing. “Something urgent came up–I gotta go.”
Left alone, Rachel took her belongings to the guest room and started unpacking.
The master bedroom was obviously Yvonne’s, so Rachel wouldn’t even consider taking it.
She couldn’t just waltz in and claim the biggest room.
Meanwhile, Brian called Eric, who was still at the Burke Group.
“Mr. White, should I come to you?” Eric asked.
“No, I’ll come over,” Brian replied.
That evening, they met for dinner.
Over dinner, Brian got straight to the point. “Did Rachel reach out to you? If we move the wedding up, will it give her an advantage in Jeffrey’s custody case?”
The question seemed innocent enough, so Eric didn’t think much of it and nodded. “Yes that’s correct. If she legally becomes your wife, your influence would definitely strengthen her case.”
Brian scoffed, letting out a cold chuckle. So she was telling the truth.
She wasn’t pushing for an earlier wedding because she couldn’t wait to be his wife. No, it was all for her
brother.
Chapter 150 Meeting Eric’s New Assistant
“Well played, Rachel,” he murmured with a sneer. It had never occurred to him that he would be used by
someone one day.
“Rachel, you’ve really outdone yourself,” he muttered under his breath.
Brian ate his dinner without much focus, his face tense and quiet.
The moment he saw Norton, his mood turned icy, and his attitude became distant.
“What’s with the mood today? You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind,” Norton asked, taking a slow sip of
his coffee.
Brian exhaled sharply. “I’m pissed, that’s why.”
Norton said, “Then just talk about it. I’ll help you figure it out.”
Thinking of Norton’s wife, his rage surged again.
When Brian didn’t respond, Norton asked again, “Is this about you and Rachel? Did you two argue?”
In Brian’s view, if it were just an argument, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. No matter how bad their fights got, they always managed to make up. But this time, she was about to walk out of his life for good. And that was
something he couldn’t accept.
“Why are you dodging the question? Just say it already,” Norton finally snapped.
Since they were close, Norton didn’t feel the need to hold back.
However, Brian, irritated by Norton’s yelling, glanced at his face and suddenly thought he looked like Yvonne. They say couples start looking alike over time. Now, Brian thought there might be some truth to that.
That thought made Brian even more irritated.
Without thinking, he raised his foot and stomped on Norton’s shoe.
Norton was caught off guard. “What’s wrong with you today?”
“Just settling the score with your wife,” Brian said with a smirk.
Norton was stunned for a second before he caught on. “What did Yvonne do now? When did she mess with you?”
“A little while ago,” Brian answered. He then explained how he and Rachel had separated and how Yvonne had
stepped on his foot in return.
After hearing everything, Norton gave Brian a sympathetic look and decided not to hold a grudge over the
stomp.
Brian then shifted his focus to Eric. “How’s Jeffrey’s custody case going? Tell me everything.”
“Wait a moment, I’ll have my assistant bring over the full case files.”
A moment later, Eric’s phone rang, and a bright voice came through. “I’m at the hotel yo
huge, and I think I got lost.”
mentioned, but it’s
Eric let out a sigh. His assistant was good at everything–except finding her way around. Sometimes, he wished
he could just install a GPS system on her.
Chapter 150 Meeting Eric’s New Assistant
Massaging his temples, he said, “Share your location and follow the directions to room No. 606.”
“Got it! I’ll be there soon.”
Three minutes later, Sabrina showed up beside Eric and handed him the files. “Here. I brought everything you
asked for.”
Norton and Brian, surprised to see a new face, spoke almost at the same time. “Since when did you get a new
assistant?”
Eric casually adjusted his sleeves and explained, “It’s not really a replacement. My previous assistant has enough experience now to manage things on his own, so I decided to bring in someone new.”
After Sabrina left, Eric glanced at Brian in surprise. “I thought you already knew about this, Mr. White.”
Brian frowned, confused. “Why would I know about it?”
Eric could tell from Brian’s reaction that he had no clue about what had happened to Rachel.
Since it wasn’t something confidential, Eric didn’t hold back and explained everything.
“Basically, Ms. Marsh went with her brother Jeffrey to look for a job, but they faced discrimination and humiliation. And that was when I met my new assistant,” Eric summed up.
The moment Brian heard this, his expression turned ice–cold.
Of course, he was furious. On the one hand, he was mad that she had kept something this serious, this painful, completely to herself. If he hadn’t run into Eric’s assistant today, he might have never found out.
On the other hand, he was upset that she hadn’t turned to him when Jeffrey needed a job. And when she needed help, the first person she turned to was Eric. Did she see her fiancé as useless?
“You guys go ahead and eat. I’m leaving,” Brian said before turning on his heel and heading to his car.
He called Rachel again and again, but there was no response.
Rachel wasn’t ignoring him on purpose–she had already gone to bed and put her phone on silent, so she never heard it ring. She had no idea how long she had been asleep, only that the constant ringing of the doorbell eventually pulled her from her sleep.
At first, she tried to brush it off, but the ringing didn’t stop. It was insistent, almost urgent.
Still groggy, she frowned. It couldn’t be Yvonne; she had a key and wouldn’t bother with the doorbell.
Could it be Norton? Thinking that might be the case, Rachel sighed and dragged herself up to open the door.
