Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 432: Good Family Girl

Upon hearing Stephen Sutton’s words, Phoebe King scoffed with a laugh, "Do you think I’m the type to take this kind of loss? If you dare do this, I’ll go to your school with banners claiming you lack respect as a teacher, deceive to get money and affection, and bully good girls like me."

"You? A good girl from a good family?"

Phoebe King: "Is that the point? The point is if I cry and throw a fit at your school, your image of a wise and helpful mentor will be gone. You’ll be shamed forever under the name Stephen Sutton."

Stephen Sutton, not intimidated by her, challenged her by saying, "Go ahead, do it now."

He knew that despite Phoebe King appearing reckless usually, she had discretion when it came to serious matters. He was sure she wouldn’t actually do this.

Phoebe King took the opportunity to tease him, "Then you have to sleep with me first, how else can I go? Even if I’m unreasonable, I can’t wrongly accuse you."

Stephen Sutton couldn’t believe such words could come from a girl, glared at her and said irritably, "Shut up and hurry up with your food."

Phoebe King looked down, shoveled a couple of mouthfuls of rice into her mouth, and with full cheeks asked him, "So when do you plan to marry me? My family is urging me and they asked me to go home the other day. I told them I had a boyfriend, but they said they want to come and meet him. I can stall for three or two days, but if it’s ten days or half a month, if I’m taken back for blind dates, you can’t blame me."

Stephen Sutton paused in his action of picking up food and said, "Go if you have to, I’m not stopping you."

Phoebe King glared at him, "Fine, I’ll go this weekend, and my mom mentioned her friend introduced me to someone domestic—said he’s got great looks, humorous, and is a fitness instructor, must be in great shape."

Stephen Sutton responded faintly, "Hm," and continued eating his food silently.

Phoebe King, seeing his complete lack of concern, felt furious, quickly finished her meal, gulped down half a glass of red wine, slammed down her bowl and chopsticks, grabbed her phone from the table and stormed back to her room, slamming the door loudly, seemingly expressing her inner anger.

...

The night descended along with glowing city lights, in a private clubhouse under Celestine’s name.

As the owner, Lan Irving sat alone at the terrace on the third floor, sipping red wine and gazing at the night.

The evening breeze was refreshing, yet her heart was restless amidst the bright lights and bustling scenes.

The glass door behind her was pushed open from outside, and a man in workwear stood by the door, respectfully informing, "Madam, there’s a Mr. Keating here to see you."

Lan Irving’s eyes fixed for a moment, stayed silent for half a second, and softly replied, "Let him in."

"Yes."

Phillip Keating entered the terrace wearing an inconspicuous black tracksuit, baseball cap, and face mask, removed the mask, and said to Lan Irving, "Anna, there might be trouble."

Lan Irving swirled the wine glass in her hand, sat on the sofa, nodded towards the seat opposite her with her chin, "Sit down and elaborate."

Phillip Keating barely touched the sofa before excitedly blurting out, "Audrey Sutton seems to be suspecting me. The police took me for questioning this morning, but they haven’t found anything to use as evidence. I denied everything, and they released me."

Lan Irving frowned, "Didn’t I tell you to be cautious? Why is she suspicious?"

Phillip Keating pursed his lips slightly apologetically, "I didn’t know Audrey Sutton would come to Mor’s company where I’ve been working lately. I don’t know why she suspects me, she’s never seen what I look like."

"I’ve long told you not to underestimate her. After we succeeded, I told you to leave, why are you still working at Lucian Quinn’s company?"

Phillip Keating glanced at her, stayed silent for a while, and said quietly, "I just want to be closer to you, in case something goes wrong, at least I can try to protect you."

Lan Irving chuckled lightly, "Protect me? Just don’t drag me into this mess."

"Sorry, Anna, but don’t worry. Even if it comes to the worst, I won’t bring you into this. What I’ve done can’t be considered a crime, I’ll just say I have a grudge against Stephen Sutton and tried to frame him."

Lan Irving sneered, "Even if the police let you go, won’t charge you, do you think Shane Warner will let it slide easily? I advise you to quickly buy a ticket abroad and never return to Rivia."

Phillip Keating paused thoughtfully for two seconds, "Then... what about you?"

Lan Irving stood and walked to the edge of the terrace railing, glanced around below, and asked Phillip Keating, "You were probably followed when you came."

Phillip Keating: "No, I took a detour and entered through the back gate of the community."

Lan Irving: "Hopefully, hurry up and book your ticket to leave, never contact me again."

Phillip Keating hesitated for a moment before lowering his head slightly, standing up, and softly replying, "Yes, Anna, take care."

Lan Irving looked at the night outside, without turning back to look at Phillip Keating, just barely audibly responded, "Hm," listening to his footsteps gradually fade away.

Amidst the dazzling night and bustling city, her heart remained encased in loneliness.

She knew she could never compare to Audrey Sutton, lacking her superior family background, unworthy of Shane Warner, thus she never expected anything from the beginning.

She has worked tirelessly for him for so many years, yet in the end, she was unceremoniously kicked out just for another woman.

She refused to accept her current situation since she now doesn’t even understand why she’s living.

Constantly questioning why fate is so unfair?

Why others can be happy but she cannot?

"Buzz buzz—" The phone on the table notified a new message.

Lan Irving walked back to the table, picked up her phone, and saw it was a message from Phillip Keating who had left not long ago: Anna, I might not be able to leave, I’ve been marked.

"Buzz buzz—"

Another new message came through: You hate that woman, right? I’m going to help you fulfill your wish; this might be the last thing I can do for you.

Lan Irving looked at the message expressionlessly with no reply.

She knew Shane Warner must have long suspected her, her outcome wouldn’t be better than Phillip Keating’s.

In a French restaurant not far from the clubhouse, Shane Warner was having dinner with several older gentlemen.

The phone in his pocket rang, seeing it was Faye Xavier calling, Shane Warner took his phone to the corridor outside the room to answer, and asked calmly, "What’s happening?"

Faye Xavier’s voice sounded anxious, "Master Shane, are you at home?"

Shane Warner: "No, I’m out with Mor entertaining several old folks."

Faye Xavier: "What about your wife? Is she with you all?"