HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 38: Business Legend

“Old butler? Isn’t it said that all the servants in the Hans family left after the car accident except the woman called Mrs. Moorsum? Who is that old butler?” Melody was intrigued. Gretchen shook her head and said, “I don’t know. I only know that Cristofer lived in the Hans’ Residence with his parents when he was young. And when he went to college, they moved to their current residence. There may still be some servants in their old villa.” “Do you know where the Hans’ Residence is?” Melody queried. “I don’t know. Cristofer didn’t tell me,” Gretchen was frustrated. Melody then reminded her, “Try to get the address of the Hans’ Residence. You’d better get rid of the child as soon as possible. Children usually learn to speak at the age of one. If that child grows up and says that she wants to stay with her biological mother, Cristofer will definitely keep in touch with Estelle for the child. To cut all ties between Cristofer and Estelle, you must get rid of the child as soon as possible.” When Gretchen heard this, she nodded and replied, “All right. I’ll get it done as soon as I can.” At this time, York, who had waited for Melody downstairs for a long time, shouted impatiently, “Melody! Where are you?” “I’m here! Wait a moment!” “Come on, hurry up. Don’t make the guests wait!” York stated. “Okay, I’ll be right there.” Melody patted Gretchen’s hand and said, “Have you remembered all that I said?” Gretchen nodded firmly and said, “Yes. I should calm down, get the address of the Hans’ Residence, and get rid of the child as quickly as possible.” “Good. Now let’s go downstairs. Cristofer is still waiting for you,” Melody pulled her daughter towards the door. The two of them then walked downstairs, hand in hand. The villa had three floors. The first floor was the hall, and there was a big spiral staircase in the middle. At that moment, the guests were greeting and talking with each other in the hall. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

When Gretchen and Melody walked downstairs, many people couldn’t help but look at York with envy. “Mr. Grantham, you are so lucky. Both of your wife and daughter are so beautiful,” someone said to York. “Yes, Mrs. Grantham looks so young. Miss Grantham and Mrs. Grantham look like sisters.” “Well, I have never heard that Mr. Grantham has a daughter.” “Mr. Grantham protects his daughter’s privacy well. I guess that many people in our city want Mr. Grantham to be their future father-in-law!” York was pleased by the flattery and showed a complacent smile. He enjoyed it very much when others flattered him and carried favor with him. He was tall and fat. At this moment, he was wearing a black tux and red bow tie, which he thought symbolized the upper class. And his large beer belly made him look like a fat swallow. In high spirits, York laughed and said, “Haha. I’m afraid I’ll let them down. My daughter has a boyfriend.” Hearing that, some people present couldn’t help showing a disappointed look and sighed. “Who is so lucky to marry such a beautiful woman and be Mr. Grantham’s son-in-law?” “There are many young talents in Hadale City, but I’m afraid that few of them are good enough for Mr. Grantham’s daughter.” “Hey, have you forgotten the business legend of our city?” “You mean she’s with Cristofer? That’s impossible. Cristofer is indeed excellent and good enough for Miss. Grantham. But don’t forget that the Hans Group was swallowed up by the Hudson family six years ago. Cristofer is vengeful. How is it possible that he falls in love with the relatives of the Hudson family? And will Mr. Grantham allows his daughter to marry a man who has a grudge against the Hudson family?” When Gretchen came downstairs, she happened to hear these words, and the smile on her face disappeared. Melody, who also heard the words, immediately said, “As parents, York and I won’t interfere with Gretchen’s affairs. She has the freedom to choose whoever she loves.”

She didn’t deny the relationship between Gretchen and Cristofer, nor did she admit it. Then she changed the topic and asked a young man near her, “Are you Jamar from the Jackson family? York often mentions you and praises you. He said that the Jackson family became more and more influential these years because of your effort, and you are the most capable son in your family. You are so excellent!” The young man, Jamar, was delighted to hear this and said, “Thank you, Mrs. Grantham. I’m flattered. But what I have accomplished is not worth mentioning compared with Cristofer’s achievement. He fully deserves the title of ‘Business Legend’.” “Both of you are young and promising,” Melody said with a smile. While Melody entertained the guests with York, Gretchen looked around the hall for Cristofer. Finally, she saw Cristofer standing alone in the corner and stroking the handrail of the spiral staircase thoughtfully. It was the second time that Cristofer had come here in the past six years. Last time, he came here and wanted to ask Aurora about the car accident. But when he arrived here, Aurora had left with Estelle. Therefore, he didn’t stay here for long. At this moment, looking around this familiar place, he had mixed feelings. In the past, he had always come here to see Estelle when they were passionately in love. Sometimes he even came here many times every day. And he used to be very familiar with everything in this villa. In his impression, the villa was exquisite before. And all the rooms were simply but prettily furnished. However, York redecorated the villa, making it look completely different. Cristofer couldn’t help but sneer when he looked at the villa’s furnishings. All the ornaments in the villa were gold, luxurious but tasteless. Does York want to decorate this place into a golden cave? What a vulgar parvenu he is. The only thing that didn’t change in the hall was the silver handrail of the spiral staircase. Staring at the handrail, Cristofer thought of the past. Since Estelle was brought up very strictly, he could only come here secretly at night to see her.

At that time, Estelle would slide down the handrail from the second floor for fear of waking up her parents. And he would stand at the other end of the handrail and wait for her to throw herself into his arms. In the past, Estelle had long black hair and liked to wear a floral dress the most. When she slid down the handrail, the hemline of her dress swayed, and she looked lovely. “Cristofer, what are you doing here alone?”