The Silent Wife

"Are you sure you don't want to go back and take a look?" Rachel had already gotten into her car in the parking lot, but Jolly kept urging her to return and take a look.

"Nope." "Isn't this the outcome you desired? Julian has been appointed vice president, and Justin is able to take over the foundation. Both parties have received what they desired."

"Don't you think it will be awkward for me to show up right now?" Rachel asked as she gripped the steering wheel firmly.

"No." "Okay. I admit it's a little awkward." Jolly blinked and finally answered honestly when she saw Rachel's stern and questioning expression. "You're just a bystander watching the fun, so you don't think it's a big deal."

"I obviously want to see Julian's face right now. His tricks are used up, and his cleverness has overreached itself. If I get a chance to see him, I have to beat him up because he will ruin our friendship if he continues to act this way."

"Put on your seat belt, Rachel reminded Jolly as she drove the car out of the parking lot. At this point, everyone in the auditorium had dispersed.

"Julian," Justin summoned him. Julian's footstep came to a halt, and he only turned around after a second, thereafter saying, "Is there something wrong?"

"I think we should talk." "What should we talk about? Are you going to give me orders right now and tell me about the charitable foundation's future development goals? Or do you want to teach me how to run and manage a foundation like you did before?" Nobody expected Justin to appear and report as the chairman. Furthermore, his debriefing speech did not contain any false hope or empty words. He took a different approach by discussing the foundation's operation management and profit model. Julian was enraged as he recalled Justin's appearance on stage just now. It was unexpected for the old man, President Connor, to resign and appoint the next candidate.

Julian had been crushed. The title of vice president of the foundation was like a slap in the face for him, a heavy slap in the face in front of the crowd.

Justin scowled. "Julian, regardless of the process, the end result is out. If you are still not convinced, you can file a complaint about my dismissal with the supervisory committee, just as you did when you were a member of the Burtons."

Hearing that, Julian snorted in response. "This is not the Burtons. You have President Connor's support in terms of seniority. It's pointless for me to file a complaint. The rules themselves are unjust."

"Are you talking about justice now?" Justin was irritated by Julian's attitude. "Do you believe your campaign is being conducted fairly?"

This was exactly what Justin wanted to discuss with Julian. If Julian continued to allow Robin to act in such despicable and dirty ways, the Burton Family's reputation would be ruined sooner or later.

"You can't keep acting like this, Julian. Robin must be terminated. The Burtons have a wide network, but these contacts have been accumulated over several generations and through word-of-mouth strategies in growing the Burtons business. Those are the pillars." "Enough!" Julian cast a cold glance at Justin and exclaimed, "I know you pretty well. How many times have you achieved your goals unscrupulously? Do you think I'm clueless? Now, you're putting on a show and teaching me a lesson? For whom are you doing this?" Justin had his fists clenched tightly. "Watch your tone! You have no right to lecture me because we are essentially the same type of person-hypocritical and self-centered. The only difference is that I've been using moral disguise for a long time, whereas you just started using it. However, a disguise remains a disguise, and you can't pretend for the rest of your life like I did."

With this, Julian turned and walked away. "You are not such a person," Justin said as he followed suit. "Even if I were the type of person you described, you would not be one."

"Don't pretend to know me well!" Julian clenched his fists and hollered. Justin frowned tightly as he looked at Julian disappearing quickly from the auditorium's entrance.

"President Burton, President Peters is already like this, you don't have to waste your breath. Once a person has been corrupted by the desire for power and money, it is difficult for him to repent, Frankie approached Justin and said. Some things were irreversible. "He has been suppressed for too long and needs a place to vent," Justin explained. "Suppressed? He was raised in the Burtons as a child, just like you. He was unconcerned about food or clothing, and he excelled in all areas. When he returned from his studies abroad, he quickly rose to prominence as a surgeon. What makes such a life depressing?"

Frankie believed that if Julian's smooth and successful life was considered suppressing, ordinary people would be depressed and they might as well die.

Justin glowered upon hearing that. Perhaps it was such a living environment that suppressed him. On the other end, a black minivan swerved into Riverdale traffic.

"President Peters, where are we going?" the driver questioned from the driver's seat. Julian looked out the window at the high-rise buildings that lined up one after the other. He could buy the properties whenever he wanted.

Despite his wealth, he did not receive what he desired. As a result, the more he was able to obtain, the more unclear he was on what he wanted. Instead, he yearned for the good old days when. he was in the hospital. "Take me to Tran-Q."

The driver was silent. The following two days were the weekend. Rachel had sent Charlotte and Samuel to the summer resort. Since the wedding was going to be held at the resort, she took the wedding planner there to observe the venue on Saturday and Sunday. "Miss Hudson, we can build an oriental archi here to echo the landscape in the background." "Oh, I was about to tell you to consider a Western-style lawn wedding ceremony. The bride is reluctant to wear an oriental-style gown."

"Why? The traditional wedding garment is stunning. Aren't you satisfied with the stores I previously recommended to you?" Rachel was looking at Justin helplessly, unsure how to explain the situation to the wedding planner.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Did she have to tell the planner that the bride had a trauma from watching oriental horror films? And that when she saw the red veil, she would have a conditioned reflex which led to nightmares?

This was also something she learned from Victor the day before. If she was made aware of this two days later, the traditional gown might have already been tailored. At this time, Justin said, "An oriental style is simpler. Everything should be simple."

As soon as the planner saw his icy expression, she replied honestly, "Yes, simplicity it is. It's best to keep it simple.

Several people were discussing the layout of the venue when Jolly shouted excitedly from a distance, "Chris, it's snowing!"

Rachel was startled by her scream and subconsciously extended her hand. Indeed, two snowflakes then landed on her palm. She raised her head and noticed snowflakes falling from the sky.

The first snowfall of the year had been long. overdue. 'It would be lovely if it snows on the wedding day, Rachel said. "It would be quite cold," the planner joked, adding, "I'm afraid the bride won't be able to stand it."

At this moment, Justin voiced up, "Simply remove the dress and replace it with a military coat to shield her from the cold. It's more practical."

A military coat?

"Pfft!" Rachel couldn't hold herself back and laughed out loud.