Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 54: Witnessing a Public Display of Affection at the Show

Chapter 54: Chapter 54: Witnessing a Public Display of Affection at the Show

Wren Sutton slept for a full three hours. When she woke up, her stomach was growling with hunger.

She looked down with a gentle smile and rubbed her belly.

’No wonder Nanny Lawson said I needed extra meals,’ she thought. ’Pregnant women really do get hungry fast.’

Wren Sutton got ready and went downstairs.

Nanny Lawson was preparing dinner. The rich aroma made Wren Sutton’s mouth water, and her feet carried her into the kitchen of their own accord.

"Nanny Lawson, what are you stewing in there? It smells amazing."

Nanny Lawson chuckled and lifted the lid of the clay pot.

"Braised pig’s trotters. I just finished them, and they’re simmering in the pot. Would you like to try some, Young Madam?"

Wren Sutton stared at the pig’s trotters, her eyes glued to them.

"Yes, please. I happen to be a little hungry."

Besides the pig’s trotters, Nanny Lawson had also made steamed fish, fried chicken nuggets, stir-fried greens, and a pear and bird’s nest soup. Paired with rice, it was a completely satisfying meal for Wren Sutton.

"Nanny Lawson, your cooking is delicious. I ate everything."

Nanny Lawson was overjoyed. "There’s still more in the pot. If you want more, I can get you another serving."

"No more for now. I’ll have some later if I get hungry again."

"That works. When the Young Master gets back, you can have a little more with him."

At the mention of Adrian Lancaster, Wren Sutton just smiled without a word, turning her gaze away to switch on the television.

’I bet he’s not coming home tonight,’ she thought. ’Which is just fine by me.’

Wren Sutton lay on the sofa, flipping through channels out of boredom.

After a while, her phone rang. It was Isla Griffith.

"Sweetie, come with me to a fashion show tonight. It’ll be boring to go alone, and I don’t want to ask anyone else."

Wren Sutton had nothing better to do. "Where is it? What time?"

Isla Griffith replied, "The third floor of the convention center. It officially starts at seven-thirty and ends at nine."

The end time wasn’t too late, so Wren Sutton readily agreed.

"Okay, I’ll go."

Isla Griffith snapped her fingers coolly. "I’ll wait for you at the entrance of the convention center at seven o’clock sharp."

"Okay. And actually, I have something important to tell you." Isla Griffith was the only person Wren Sutton could confide in. She wanted to hear her best friend’s opinion about the pregnancy.

Isla’s curiosity was piqued. "What is it?"

Wren Sutton replied, "I’ll keep it a mystery for now. I’ll tell you when I see you."

...

「The Convention Center」

Isla Griffith arrived at the entrance ten minutes early.

She had big, golden waves in her hair, fiery red lips, and a black mini-dress that showed off her long legs. It was a simple outfit, but she was incredibly eye-catching in the crowd.

Her agent had given her the two invitations in her hand, telling her to watch the show, refine her aesthetic sense, and make her face known to the brand organizers.

Isla Griffith wasn’t well-known in the industry. She had no real status and was nicknamed an "eighteenth-tier actress."

But because of her stunning looks and unique personality, her company was willing to invest money to promote her, and her agent actively fought for resources on her behalf.

However, she had been struggling in the industry for nearly five years and still hadn’t achieved any particularly impressive results.

Many good scripts and advertising endorsements were snatched away from her at the last minute, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why.

Later, her agent told her bluntly that because she didn’t have a "backer," resources were being stolen by peers who were supported by them.

Isla Griffith wasn’t a fool; she understood her agent’s pointed implication.

Over the years, many bosses and big-name directors had dropped hints, giving her their contact information and waiting for her to offer herself up.

In response, Isla Griffith had angrily torn up all their business cards and never once followed up.

She would rather have a mediocre career for the rest of her life than sell her body.

A light breeze blew past. Isla Griffith pulled back from her thoughts and smiled nonchalantly, sweeping her hair back with a gesture that made hearts flutter.

A few minutes later, Wren Sutton arrived. The two best friends chatted and laughed as they walked into the convention center together.

A red carpet snaked from the entrance up the stairs to the doors of the third-floor hall.

Isla Griffith presented their invitations, and a staff member politely ushered her and Wren Sutton inside.

"This fashion show is pretty big."

"They’ve invited international supermodels worth over a hundred million."

"The brand really went all out."

A magnificent, glittering crystal chandelier illuminated the entire hall.

The runway was sprinkled with crushed diamonds, resembling a dreamlike Milky Way.

The audience seating surrounded the T-stage in tiered levels, with white leather sofas on each tier.

Celebrities and fashionistas from all walks of life had gathered, the women elegant and the men gentlemanly. Their soft conversations were filled with anticipation for the show.

Wren Sutton and Isla Griffith found their seats.

"My agent is pretty good to me. These aren’t the worst seats."

Wren Sutton looked around. "They’re just right—not too close, not too far."

Isla Griffith pointed straight ahead. "See that circular area? That’s the best section in the house, the ultimate VIP area. Only ten seats."

"Oh." Wren Sutton nodded, feeling quite calm. She was neither envious nor jealous.

’Society has always been stratified,’ she thought. ’The so-called equality of all people is just a comforting phrase, not to be taken too seriously.’

There were three minutes until the fashion show officially began.

People gradually began to fill the ultimate VIP seats. Wren Sutton didn’t recognize any of them, but Isla Griffith, being in the entertainment circle, could name a few.

Two seats were still empty, and they were the very center seats in the ultimate VIP area.

It was clear that the two people they belonged to were anything but ordinary.

One minute before the show started, a commotion erupted at the entrance. Bodyguards in black suits formed two lines, standing at attention.

Under the spotlight, Adrian Lancaster’s tall, imposing figure appeared at the hall’s entrance.

A black suit made him look even more handsome. His noble bearing and the cold, commanding aura of a superior radiated from him, his presence filling the room.

Maya Marshall, dressed in a purple fishtail gown and dripping with jewels, clung to Adrian Lancaster’s arm, nestled close to his side.

The two of them looked intimate.

The head of the brand, feeling greatly honored, personally came forward to greet them with a deferential attitude.

Wren Sutton and Isla Griffith witnessed the entire scene.

Before Wren Sutton could say anything, Isla Griffith swore in anger.

"Damn it, what a buzzkill. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have come."

Wren Sutton calmly averted her gaze, not caring at all.

"Let them watch their show, and we’ll watch ours."

Isla Griffith was still fuming. She shot a fierce eye-roll at the back of Adrian Lancaster and Maya Marshall’s heads.

"A couple of rotten apples spoiling the whole bunch."

As soon as she finished speaking, a bright spotlight hit the runway.

To the beat of dynamic music, the first model made a dazzling entrance, striding with a confident, powerful gait. Her expression was cool, and when she paused to turn, she was both beautiful and fierce.

One after another, models walked the T-stage, each with their unique catwalk style, vying for attention in a stunning display.

It was an ultimate visual feast for the audience.

Wren Sutton immersed herself in the atmosphere, watching intently.

Even though Adrian Lancaster and Maya Marshall were just a short distance in front of her, and she couldn’t help but catch glimpses of them in her peripheral vision, it didn’t affect her mood in the slightest.

She couldn’t be bothered to feel sad or angry anymore, couldn’t be bothered to be jealous. Adrian Lancaster wasn’t worth it.

「A ten-minute intermission.」

Wren Sutton and Isla Griffith went to the restroom together. On the way, they overheard many people talking about Maya Marshall with envy.

"Did you see that blue diamond necklace Ms. Marshall is wearing? The diamond is huge! I heard it cost a hundred million."

"President Lancaster is so powerful, buying his girlfriend such an expensive gift."

"I bet they’re getting serious. They’ll probably get married soon."

"President Lancaster’s wedding will definitely be the most luxurious and prestigious one in Aston."

A diamond necklace. One hundred million.

Wren Sutton and Isla Griffith stopped in their tracks and glanced at each other, their expressions filled with confusion.

"It can’t be that much of a coincidence, can it? The buyer was actually..."

Wren Sutton recalled seeing Mr. Bell walk into The Rhodes Group the other day.

She hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now it seemed it wasn’t a coincidence.

"Maybe it’s not a coincidence."

Isla Griffith looked as disgusted as if she had swallowed a fly.

"Is he sick in the head? Buying back something he gave you just to give it to someone else."

’If I had known earlier,’ she thought, ’I never would have agreed to that sale. Maya Marshall doesn’t deserve to wear such a beautiful necklace.’

Wren Sutton, on the other hand, was more philosophical about it, her emotions remaining steady.

’What wouldn’t Adrian Lancaster do to please Maya Marshall? Spending money is the most trivial of his methods.’

’As long as Maya Marshall likes something, Adrian Lancaster would find a way to pluck the moon from the sky and present it to her, let alone a mere necklace.’

"As long as I have the money in my hand, I haven’t lost anything."

"That’s true, but what he did is still infuriating."

"I don’t even care, so you shouldn’t be angry either."

Only then did Isla Griffith let it go and stop complaining.

People passing by continued to gossip enviously about Maya Marshall.

As Wren Sutton brushed past them, she ultimately couldn’t hold back and blurted out, "Maya Marshall is the other woman. Adrian Lancaster is cheating on his wife."

"?!?!"

"It’s true. Cross my heart."

"You... How do you know?"

"I know his wife."

Just as she said that, someone suddenly gasped.

"Ms. Marshall."

Wren Sutton turned around and saw Maya Marshall walking toward them with a haughty air.

She was indeed wearing the blue diamond necklace.