Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 78: Over 200 Million Signed in a Day!
Zara Dalton called them out today to talk about Haylie Sommers.
He knew they always held some moral judgment against him regarding Haylie Sommers. Although his decision to marry someone was settled, breaking up with Haylie at least would make them happy.
But what intrigued him more at the moment was what Elara Hale had to say next.
He knew Elara so well, for her to be so serious... Could it be that there was a connection between her and Haylie?
So Zara decided to postpone what he wanted to say and jokingly asked, "Don’t tell me she’s your half-sister?"
Esther Carter shivered from his cold joke, goosebumps running down her skin.
Elara was also rendered speechless by him, angrily yet humorously throwing a napkin at him, "What’s with the nonsense!"
After a pause, she straightened up, looked at Zara, and said, "Do you remember when I was at the Aurelia Club, after Mason Jacobs drugged me, and Rosalind Jacobs sent over four male models to ruin me?"
Zara and Esther’s expressions grew serious.
Of course, they remembered this. When they first heard about it, they wished they could storm into the Jacobs Family with knives.
What kind of person would be vicious enough to drug their ex-wife?
Mason Jacobs certainly opened their eyes.
Elara looked at Zara, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted, "The person who drove those male models that day was Haylie Sommers. She knows Rosalind Jacobs, and when I saw her that day, she was dressed provocatively. She’s not the virtuous wife you think she is."
Zara was shocked, his mouth gaping open, and after a while, he could only say, "My goodness."
Elara couldn’t gauge his attitude, hesitated for a moment, but still said, "I know you have enough reasons to choose her, but I still hope you can consider..."
Haylie Sommers and Rosalind Jacobs were close friends, and she was so close to Zara. If Haylie really marries him, it is imaginable what kind of chaos would ensue.
Their relationship might also be affected.
Zara was still in shock, lost in thought, while Esther reacted first, pointing at Zara and then at Elara, "Is there even a need to consider? Seriously, little Zara, don’t be foolish at a time like this. If that woman were to affect our relationship, I’d be the first to disagree!"
Zara was brought back by her shout, and after pausing for a moment, said, "When did I say I would choose her over you guys?"
Esther frowned, "Then why haven’t you spoken for so long!"
Elara also nodded silently.
Zara helplessly shrugged, "Please, I choose a good wife only to find she’s that kind of person, am I not allowed to be a bit shocked? Besides, you’ve made an assumption without a basis, I just broke up with Haylie today."
He originally intended to say Miss Sommers, but upon recalling she helped Rosalind harm Elara, he didn’t feel like being polite anymore.
Elara and Esther were both surprised, "You broke up?"
Zara shrugged casually, "After we defined our relationship, she stopped replying to messages and answering calls. Clearly, she was keeping options open. I was aiming for marriage, so I definitely wouldn’t waste time on such a person."
Elara breathed a sigh of relief. Although the outcome developed unexpectedly, it ultimately was a good result.
The rift among the three vanished completely, and as they drank, their spirits soared. Elara drank more than usual, Esther sneakily called Zion Fitzwilliam to come fetch them.
Zion soon arrived, still dressed impeccably even at this late hour, in a silver-gray suit fitting perfectly, with cold sharp features, but when facing them, he intentionally curved his lips to show some warmth.
Esther passed Elara to him, Zion whispered his thanks, and Esther waved her hand generously, smiling brightly, "No need to thank me! If anything, I should be thanking you!"
She referred to how he intervened with her crew, greatly improving her living conditions.
They exchanged a knowing glance.
As Zion assisted Elara into the cab, Esther quickly took out her phone and snapped a photo of their backs, then sent it to Grandma Fitzwilliam.
Within three seconds, she received ten thousand dollars.
Thanks to the big boss.
Zara was a step late, lamenting as he slapped his forehead, and rushed to grab Esther’s phone, demanding a share. Esther had no choice but to give him three thousand.
Esther was infuriated, "Damn it, a second-generation tycoon and you’ve fallen to this state, isn’t it embarrassing?!"
Zara took the money, glancing at her, "Aren’t you?"
Esther fell silent.
Two people bonded over their plight, shook hands amicably, and sighed simultaneously.
This messed-up life.
On the other side, Elara got in the car, leaning on Zion’s shoulder, feeling she was conscious, yet was truly lost.
Her alcohol tolerance was poor, half a beer could knock her out, and today everyone was in high spirits, so she drank two pints.
Now just knowing the person beside her was Zion was already her limit.
But knowing was one thing, her mind was still a bit slow, Zion, a good friend.
She clung onto his arm, rested her chin on his shoulder, staring at the smooth lines of his profile and drooling, "Zion, you’re really good-looking."
Zion sat stiffly, a hint of unnaturalness flashed on his face, his Adam’s apple moved a few times, and his ears turned red uncontrollably, luckily Elara couldn’t see.
Actually, he realized something was off since they got in the car. She was overly intimate tonight, completely disregarding gender lines. Although she never really saw him as a real man before, she had never been this... unrestrained.
She’s been leaning close since getting in the car, not to mention saying such bold words...
Zion didn’t want to admit he was tempted, his heart was beating faster, feeling an impulse to wrap her in his arms.
But he couldn’t take advantage, that would make him seem like a scoundrel.
As for Elara, her mind had already turned into a mush, her brain having only a single level of thought. After drooling on him for a while, she sighed heavily, saying regretfully, "Zion, you’re so good-looking, why do you like men? If you liked women, it would be so much better. Such a superbly crafted face, tsk, it’s wasted."
Zion’s heart skipped a beat, swallowed a few times, then tentatively asked, "If I didn’t like men, and liked women, would you..."
Find me attractive?
But before he could finish his sentence, Elara interrupted him, her eyes gleaming brightly, "If you liked women, it would be great, you’d certainly charm masses. Then I’d be by your side, holding a little box collecting money, one dollar for a handshake, two dollars for a hug, three dollars for a kiss, five dollars for a photo..."
Zion’s thoughts were originally filled with a thousand expectations and imaginations, which vanished instantly.
He snorted, dissatisfied, reaching out to rub her head, "So many people like me, why can’t just you?"
Elara uncomfortably struggled twice, her honest brain heard his question and obediently answered, "Me? I don’t like people, liking people is too painful, I don’t like anyone, I’ll just like myself from now on."
Zion’s heart felt like it was stabbed by something sharply, his originally relaxed mood turned heavy instantly. He always knew, though she divorced swiftly, usually pretending not to care, ending that relationship was not easy for her.
She buried the pain deep within, silently digesting it on her own.
Thinking about this, all he felt was a deep ache in his heart.
His dark eyes quietly watched her, restraining himself from holding her.
A fleeting, unclear expression flashed in his eyes. After a while, he let out a soft sigh, his face as cold as ice.
It wouldn’t be long. Those who hurt her in the past would pay the price. In the future, with him secretly protecting her, she wouldn’t suffer any more grievances.
Soon the taxi stopped, and Elara mumbled, "Home already?"
Zion Fitzwilliam smiled, "Yes, we’re home."
He liked hearing her say "home."
It felt like they were truly the closest people in the world, like a married couple, and this house was genuinely their home.
Zion helped her upstairs. When they stepped out of the elevator, Elara stumbled, and Zion quickly steadied her, accidentally brushing against her lips. Elara looked at him blankly and asked, "Why did you kiss me?"
Zion showed no change in expression, "My lips were itchy."
Elara nodded, "Oh."
She continued walking in.
Zion took a deep breath and slowly let it out, suppressing the restlessness in his heart with a few deep breaths, and casually walked in.
He helped Elara to bed, removing her coat and shoes, not daring to take off anything more.
After tucking her in, he wiped her face and hands with a warm towel to help her sleep more comfortably.
Before leaving, he placed a glass of water on her bedside table.
Returning to his own room, he let out a long sigh and collapsed onto his soft bed.
Actually, when their lips touched earlier, his mind went blank, but now he suddenly recalled her soft lips, warm breath, and the fullness of her chest.
He remembered the time they squeezed into the bathroom to brush their teeth, and she accidentally dropped toothpaste on her chest, staining her sweater, and complained about how wicked her figure was.
Yes, it was quite wicked, making him feel hungry just looking.
Zion sighed heavily again, rubbing his face, wondering what he was thinking. He felt like a complete scoundrel.
He glanced downward and felt even more speechless. Despite being single for thirty years, it shouldn’t be like this...
Damn!
When Elara woke up the next day, she felt a splitting headache. She sat up, saw the water on the bedside table, and immediately drank it all. The cool liquid cleared her muddled mind, and she groaned in slight agony.
Never again would she drink alcohol; being drunk was horribly uncomfortable.
Realizing she was still in her clothes, no wonder she felt exhausted. Esther and Zara were so unreliable, only taking off her coat when they brought her back?
Didn’t they know she usually slept half-naked? Of course, she couldn’t sleep well in clothes.
Checking the time, she resignedly got out of bed and saw Zion having breakfast as she went out. He calmly asked, "I bought an extra portion, want some?"
Elara nodded, sitting down without any reservations, and naturally asked, "How much was it? I’ll transfer the money to you later."
Zion studied her briefly, confirming she remembered nothing from last night, and replied nonchalantly, "Three bucks."
Elara was a little surprised. "Such a delicious breakfast for only three dollars?"
It wasn’t her overreacting, but Downtown Northgarde’s prices were downright outrageous. She used to pay fifteen bucks for a simple pancake, and a breakfast basket of buns could cost more than ten.
Three dollars for a soybean milk drink, a shrimp sandwich, and a vegetable tuna salad?
Dream on!
Zion earnestly nodded, "Yes, my friend wants to start his own restaurant, and he’s trial-running it for a while. That’s why he gave it to me at cost price."
Elara made an understanding sound. "Well, that makes sense."
She initially thought of asking him to get some for her, but hearing it sold at cost made her feel awkward about it.
She didn’t want to take advantage.
Zion glanced at her and asked, "If you need some, I can get it for you in the future."
Feeling a bit shy, Elara said, "I’ll pay regular price."
Zion chuckled, "No need. It’s not much trouble for him, and mainly because he has few customers. We might as well help him gain some popularity."
The head chef of the Fitzwilliam Family’s old house, having no customers? 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Hearing this, Elara didn’t insist. After all, helping where she could was a good thing.
Still, she was a bit rueful, realizing that the overall environment wasn’t great these past two years. Yet even a chef as talented as him couldn’t draw a crowd with his new venture.
After eating, Elara headed to work.
To her surprise, as soon as she arrived, she received many phone calls, some directly to her desk, others transferred by the office. Even her coworker who handled the transfers was amazed, "Elara, did you stir up a storm of calls today?"
Elara laughed it off, thinking whether or not she stirred up calls, she definitely stirred up a storm of orders.
She roughly estimated she’d taken about thirty calls that morning. Every caller expressed interest in their products, nearly all with a desire to collaborate.
Out of the calls, thirty companies immediately decided to place orders over the phone, with the order rate trumping all sales records worldwide.
The remaining five companies wanted to visit the office to learn more in person.
In short, that morning’s orders felt like fate was throwing golden opportunities at her—it couldn’t have been easier.
By afternoon, contracts were signed with the thirty companies that wanted to collaborate, just awaiting delivery and final payments. The other five companies visited in person and placed substantial orders on the spot.
Vera Ford, holding a stack of orders, was smiling so widely her eyes almost disappeared. She pulled Elara into the office, closed the door, and eagerly asked, "Elara, be honest with Ms. Ford. Are you secretly a princess from a wealthy low-profile family, experiencing life?"
Elara was dumbfounded, "Supervisor Ford, why would you think that? If I were a princess, why would I work? For what? Staying at home would be much more comfortable."
Vera snorted, "Look at your ambition."
But this reaction clearly marked her as a worker.
If Elara were just an ordinary person, then what about that stack of orders?
The total was over two billion in sales revenue... that stack alone was enough to make her the sales champion of the year, and Elara completed it all in a single day!
