Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 70: Damn, She Really Pulled It Off

Elara Hale held the stack of invitations like she was holding a hot potato, looking helplessly at Zion Fitzwilliam, "Isn’t this too much... I heard the Warner Family only issued a hundred invitations to the outside, inviting all the notable nobles of Northgarde, high society is scrambling for these invites, and I have eight... I’m afraid saying this will cause trouble for Grandma Fitzwilliam."

Zion Fitzwilliam smiled and reassured her, "Don’t worry, it’s fine. If Grandma could get them, it means the Warner Family’s not enforcing it too strictly."

He didn’t expect Grandma would pull such strings to get so many invitations for Elara to back her up. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

He had specifically mentioned this to Grandma hoping she could bring Elara to the Warner Family’s party, so that after the party everyone would know Elara had someone backing her.

Then her career path would become smoother, and she wouldn’t be easily manipulated by the Jacobs Family.

Whenever Grandma showed up anywhere, it commanded attention even if she didn’t announce her family name.

He couldn’t get involved directly in this matter as Elara would suspect, so he chose this route, not expecting Grandma to personally contact Walter Warner, the head of the Warner Family, to actively request eight invitations to support Elara.

With him saying so, Elara couldn’t refuse and returned to her room with the thick stack of invitations. She eagerly messaged Zara Dalton and Esther Carter, "Do you guys want to go to the Warner party?"

Zara Dalton, "I’d love to, I’ve dreamed about it! But it’s nearly impossible to get a ticket, my parents are worried sick!"

Esther Carter, "Ah, the Warner Family! If I could snap some photos at the party, the creeps trying to get at me would think twice!"

Zara Dalton curiously asked, "Didn’t you get lucky recently? Why would anyone still dare to upset you?"

He was referring to the time after having dinner with Zion Fitzwilliam when Esther Carter suddenly got lucky, receiving several scripts for female supporting roles and even directors in the industry started treating her with respect.

The two privately guessed that Zion Fitzwilliam was helping Esther as a side effect of his affections for her.

Esther Carter, "There’s indeed no harassment anymore, but when it comes to showing off, the bigger, the better. If I can attend the Warner Family’s party, anyone trying to slander me at home would have to think hard."

Zara Dalton, "Ugh, but back to the point, how can we possibly get into the Warner Family’s party."

Elara Hale silently took a picture and sent it over, showing eight invitations in her hand.

Zara Dalton, "Oh my gosh, am I seeing this right? Eight? Elara Hale, you old miser, we’re scrambling for just one invite and you’ve got eight to yourself?"

Esther Carter, "How annoying! She totally got us with this one!"

Elara Hale couldn’t help but grin and typed back, "It was Grandma Fitzwilliam who gave them to me. If you want, I can have them sent to you."

The party’s tomorrow, there’s still time.

Zara Dalton and Esther Carter weren’t shy at all; Zara immediately said, "I want two! My god, I can’t imagine how proud my parents will be when they see I got invites!"

Esther Carter, "Just one for me is enough."

Elara Hale replied, "Okay."

She quickly arranged for a courier to deliver them to each.

Looking at the five remaining invitations, Elara Hale was troubled.

She couldn’t think of anyone else to give them to, but if not given out, these important invitations would be wasted in her hands.

After thinking for a while, Elara Hale finally opened the team work group chat and wrote, "Does anyone want an invitation to the Warner Family’s party? I have five, each can bring a guest."

The team group only had five people in it.

The usually quiet work group chat exploded.

"Elara, you’re my hero! I want one!"

"I want one too, finally my turn to witness the luxury of high society?"

Vera Ford was the last to speak, "Elara, I want one too."

Five invitations, gone in an instant.

Elara Hale felt much relieved, gathered their addresses, and had them delivered by courier.

Great, no burdens, time to sleep.

With the last burden off her mind, Elara Hale slept well, and it was Grandma Fitzwilliam’s call that woke her the next morning, "Elara, still in bed? Why don’t you sleep a little more."

Elara Hale glanced at the time, startled, "Nine o’clock?"

The Warner Family’s party started at nine in the morning, she had no time to sleep more.

Elara Hale felt embarrassed and said, "Grandma, I’m sorry, I’ve made you late too."

Grandma Fitzwilliam nonchalantly said, "It’s all right, did you sleep well? If not, sleep a bit more, going to the party isn’t a big deal, no rush."

Elara Hale didn’t dare to sleep any longer, quickly grabbed a set of professional clothes, hurriedly freshened up, and took a taxi to find Grandma Fitzwilliam.