Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 54: He Calls the Shots in the Whole Fitzwilliam Family
Not far away, Mason Jacobs watched the two people get into a taxi and his eyes flickered. He waved and also called for a taxi.
"Driver, follow the car ahead."
Mason sat in the taxi, watching the vehicle in front, feeling a bit lost. He himself didn’t know why he wanted to chase after it.
Perhaps subconsciously, he always felt that Elara Hale couldn’t truly fall in love with someone else, so he had to make sure.
It seems like as long as Elara’s feelings for Zion Fitzwilliam are insincere or with ulterior motives, he can be at ease.
The East End is located outside the sixth ring of Northgarde. Compared to the bustling business district, this area is much quieter. But because the land price is not high, the hotels opened here have large grounds and are exceptionally grand.
Inside an exquisitely decorated restaurant, Zara Dalton put down her phone and smiled at Haylie Sommers across the table, saying, "Don’t worry about being held back to wash dishes, my friend will bring cash over shortly."
Haylie Sommers replied somewhat remorsefully, "It’s all my fault for not checking beforehand. I didn’t know this place only accepts cash, not even card payments."
Zara Dalton set down her water glass and said politely, "It’s not your fault. You just thought of feeding the wild animals here. Who would know that randomly choosing a restaurant would have such strange rules?"
He stood up and said gently to Haylie Sommers, "I’ll go to the restroom, please wait for me."
Haylie Sommers nodded obediently, "Okay."
After Zara Dalton left, Haylie Sommers’ gaze moved to the phone on the opposite table. Zara had left his phone behind.
Without any change in expression, she swiftly reached for Zara’s phone, quickly unlocked it, entered the password, opened WeChat, swiped through the contacts, and found the bodyguard’s WeChat.
The chat page on WeChat still showed Zara’s previous arrangement for the bodyguard.
Haylie Sommers quickly typed a line, "Mission complete, you can all withdraw now."
The opposite side quickly replied, "Okay." Haylie Sommers slightly curled her lips, deleted the two sentences, returned the phone to its original state, and placed it back where it was.
After finishing these tasks, she glanced at the seat by the window not far away and made an "OK" gesture towards Rosalind Jacobs.
Rosalind Jacobs showed a satisfied smile on her face and immediately turned around to make a call and gave instructions.
After a while, Zara returned, and Haylie Sommers got up to pour him a glass of wine, speaking softly, "Today marks the one-month anniversary since we met, let’s have another drink."
Zara had previously drunk and had already arranged for a designated driver. His purpose for dining with Haylie Sommers was to confirm the next step in their relationship, and now hearing Haylie Sommers say this, he openly agreed.
He raised his hand with the wine glass, clinking it against Haylie Sommers’ glass, and smiled, "Here’s to our connection."
Haylie Sommers smiled with pursed lips, a hint of bashfulness surfacing on her face. She had assessed many people and knew what kind of woman men liked, believing it to be easy to win over Zara.
Little did she know that Zara had absolutely no interest in women, she was acting, and he was acting even more.
"Meeting you is my good luck." Haylie Sommers said lowly, lowering her head too, not daring to look at him.
Zara still maintained a gentle countenance, smiling softly, "I’m the lucky one."
Haylie Sommers glanced at him shyly, and Zara looked back deeply at her. In outsiders’ eyes, this was an excessively beautiful scene — a man full of affection and a woman bashful, a perfect match with talents and beauty.
Zara felt the atmosphere was just right and finally began today’s main event, "Haylie, we’ve been together for a month, during which I’ve come to know and understand you gradually. You’re a gentle and open-minded good girl, and I’m sure you’re the one I’m searching for as a partner. I want to be with you for life, shall we pick a date to get engaged?"
Haylie Sommers was startled inside; she was just playing around, but Zara loved her so deeply, wanting to get engaged after only a month?
But she didn’t regard Zara or the Dalton Family as significant; it’s just for fun, what harm is there in fooling a fool?
To ensure tonight’s plan went smoothly, she nodded shyly with restraint.
Zara was delighted inside but maintained a gentlemanly demeanor outwardly, saying, "Then how about we have both our parents discuss it next weekend?"
Haylie Sommers responded softly, "Okay."
Zara breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing at having completed the most challenging task. He took out his phone and sent a message in the three-person group, "Proposal succeeded, task completed smoothly! Let’s celebrate another day, book eight male models at the club, my treat!"
Elara Hale received this message in the taxi and couldn’t help but chuckle, but she was also worried, "This looks like a sham marriage, maybe you should wait more. I feel uneasy."
Zara replied, "Don’t worry, she’s very naïve, I’ll be cautious and won’t get caught."
Esther Carter was also online, siding with Elara Hale, "Zara, I’m telling you, this isn’t quite right; someone’s naivety shouldn’t justify your deception. You were so alert when Elara was marrying a gay guy, fearing she’d be deceived, so why are you contradicting yourself now? I suggest finding a girl from your circle to cover for each other!"
Because the subject was a friend and the issue involved emotion and sexual orientation, Esther Carter spoke quite politely.
Zara sent back an emoji with a bitter smile.
After a while, he replied, "You don’t understand, someone like me, marrying below means my parents wouldn’t agree, marrying above means they’d look down on me, and finding one within the same social standing needs to be suitable, and how many of those might have issues with sexual orientation? I can’t always consider others; I need to consider myself first. People are selfish; right now, my goal is to escape my parents’ control, and as long as a child is born, they’ll be satisfied."
It was clear Zara was heartfelt in what he said, and Elara Hale and Esther Carter didn’t know what to say.
Wanting to criticize him, but at a loss of words; it was a societal ailment that a single person couldn’t overcome with daring valor.
Zara was their friend, they had advised him enough, and ultimately it was his life path.
Elara Hale placed her phone down and sighed lightly.
Beside her, Zion Fitzwilliam glanced at her, asking, "What’s wrong?"
Elara Hale remembered he was also gay and asked, "If one day your family demanded that you must leave a descendant, what would you do?"
Zion Fitzwilliam paused for a moment and then responded solemnly, "In my family, no one’s will can override mine."
Elara Hale interpreted this, meaning, does he dictate the Fitzwilliam Family?
"That’s wonderful." She smiled, "This is the confidence of capability."
Zara lost because he lacked independence, relying solely on family for survival; hence family had full reign over him.
Elara Hale felt somewhat sad for her friend.
Zion Fitzwilliam pondered briefly, realizing why she was unsettled, he remarked contemplatively, "In prestigious family marriages, love is the least valued thing; benefits are the eternal rule. Everyone has an agenda; there are no innocent parties."
Elara Hale was taken aback by this, not totally agreeing with his view, but after a thought, didn’t her marriage to Mason explain everything?
She chuckled softly, diverting from the topic.
They soon arrived at The East End, and Elara Hale said to Zion Fitzwilliam, "Wait for me in the car; I’ll run the money over and come back."
Zion Fitzwilliam nodded gently, "Alright."
He watched her distant figure, his eye showing a mix of emotions.
Once, he too faced the situation she spoke of, and she would never know how much he had to sacrifice to stand before her openly now, and to navigate such issues with ease.
