Chapter 226 A Couple of Equally Matched Talents
However, before Juliet Weaver could catch up to Myron Curtis, he had already paid the bill and left.
Desperate to follow, Juliet was delayed by the waiter.
"Sorry, miss, please settle your bill."
"Here's my card, I need to step out!"
"I'm sorry, miss. Please wait here momentarily."
Juliet was so anxious she could barely stand still, wishing she could fly straight to Myron’s side.
Her gaze followed Myron as he left the restaurant and walked to the curb. When suddenly.
"Luann Weaver?"
Juliet rubbed her eyes in disbelief, her pupils shrinking sharply, shocked by the sight before her.
She watched the man wrap an affectionate arm around Luann Weaver's slender waist, gently kissing Luann’s face.
Then, they both got into a car.
"Miss, your card."
Juliet snatched it back and hurried out of the restaurant.
Staring at the car's taillights, she remained in a daze for a long time.
"That man… is Luann Weaver's..."
Juliet’s brain raced, finally piecing things together.
"Damn it!"
"Could he be Luann Weaver’s sugar daddy?!"
Behind Luann Weaver, there were whispers. Everyone knew and had even seen him with their own eyes—that man had shamelessly swindled Wilber Gilbert out of two and a half million right in front of her.
At that time, Juliet Weaver had thought the masked man had decent eyes. Little did she expect… he was so young, so handsome?!
"Lucky b***h! What stroke of fortune did SHE step in?!”
Juliet clutched her purse and slammed it against a nearby telephone pole, jumping up and down in frustration.
Jealousy consumed her, entwined around her heart like choking vines.
The envy was so intense it hurt, and in her fury, Juliet wanted nothing more than to storm up to Luann Weaver and slap her hundreds of times to ease her rage!
"Why does SHE get all the good stuff?!"
Luann Weaver didn’t deserve this!
After all, Juliet Weaver herself was the real heiress!
Yet why, why hadn’t Luann been tormented to death by the likes of the Curtis family’s young master? Instead, she was thriving at the Curtis Corporate Headquarters, having snagged such a high position of power!
And even managed to find herself a drop-dead gorgeous sugar daddy behind the scenes!
Did all the breaks in life have to go to her?
Was the world ever so kind?
“Everyone curses me, I can't sleep at night…”
“But Luann Weaver, after leaving Wilber Gilbert... she found a perfect new catch...”
"She's living it up, spending money like water, while I…”
Deep down, Juliet made a vow. She wouldn't let Luann Weaver have an easy time, no matter what.
One day, she would expose Luann’s true colors.
She'd divulge her and that wild man’s affair for all to see and have everyone calling her a slut!
Juliet pressed her hand hard against her chest, the pain seeming to be the only way to quell the turmoil inside.
She took deep breaths, and after a long while, she managed to calm her emotions.
“No rush.”
“Let THAT woman enjoy her last few days of pride.”
With that said.
She raised her hand, got in her car, and headed to Grace’s celebration party.
Meanwhile, Luann Weaver and Myron Curtis were oblivious to what happened.
Myron had the driver head to the clothing store, intending to buy Luann a gown.
After all, she had just gotten off work and had been brought straight to dinner by him.
Entering the clothing store, the sales associate looked at Luann's figure and began making recommendations.
Luann Weaver had a beauty that seemed custom-made for fashion as if she had been born specifically to dazzle in any style of clothing. In the end, Luann chose a shimmering pink evening gown that cascaded to the floor with grace. The subtle shade of pink avoided vulgarity and a sheer fabric adorned the off-shoulder design, with tiny diamonds trailing down and a slightly flared hem that spilled onto the ground delicately—beautiful without being overwrought; it was simply stunning.
The sales associate smiled and suggested, "Miss, why not pick out a pair of high heels as well?"
Luann looked to Myron Curtis for his opinion. Myron rose to his feet, took a lap around the store, and eventually selected a pair of nude high heels. Such a color wouldn't overpower the dress nor look out of place. It was a more versatile choice compared to the standard white or black heels.
Kneeling on one knee, Myron gently pushed aside the hem of the dress, took hold of Luann's slender ankle, lifted it, and tenderly slipped on the shoe. His gaze traveled up Luann's leg, inevitably stopping at the scar he had seen before. In fact, he had noticed it on the night they had consummated their marriage but never asked about it.
It was then he finally understood why Luann was unfazed by the disfigurements he initially presented to her—she had no disgust but, instead, compassion. She had known pain similar to his.
"You look beautiful," Myron said as he straightened the gown's hem and offered his hand.
Luann took his hand and gracefully rose to her feet. Standing before the mirror, she looked every bit the princess with her hair loosely pinned back and a few stray tendrils framing her face in a carelessly elegant manner.
The sales associate couldn't help but admire them, thinking to herself what a handsome couple they made. Unable to resist, she said, "Sir, why don't you also pick out a suit? White might suit you best."
Logic dictated that a pink suit would better complement Luann's outfit. However, the associate felt that Myron's cool demeanor might not quite carry a pink suit—it was almost impossible to imagine.
After Myron quickly picked out a suit, he and Luann headed for the estate. The journey was lengthy, and Luann spent the time playing games on her phone. By the time they arrived, the estate was bustling with guests.
Before stepping out of the car, Luann carefully covered Myron's scar. Linking her arm through Myron's, they made an elegant entrance into the grand hall.
Onlookers greeted them with nods and shakings of their heads, with one remarking, "Ah, Luann, such a beauty, and yet she married Myron Curtis. Honestly, I feel it's a bit of a pity..."
"I heard the Weaver family sold her; guess they didn't realize Luann Weaver was a talented woman," someone murmured.
"Yes, with Luann Weaver's value today, matching her with Myron Curtis feels like a bit of a loss," another agreed.
Emma saw them arrive and rushed over with delight, embracing Luann Weaver. "Ahh, sister, you're finally here!"
"Hello, brother-in-law!" she greeted Myron Curtis cheerily.
Myron Curtis looked at her coldly, not uttering a word.
Emma chuckled and stole Luann away from him. "Sis, that drawing you had done for me last time was absolutely amazing! My teacher passed me because of it!"
"But I'm going to need your help again with graduation," she exhaled.
Luann nodded. "No problem."
"Hey, hey, hey, sis, I meant to ask, what's your friend's name who can draw?"
"What about it?" Luann asked.
Emma leaned in with an air of mystery, "Our teacher thought my latest project was excellent and showed it to our professor."
"Our professor even said... the design style of the painting looks very familiar."
"It kind of resembles Luna's style."
"Sister, do you know 'Luna'?"
"He's consistently topped the global art chart at number one!"
"Such a terrifying presence!"
Luann Weaver just stared blankly.
