Chapter 24 Fiorello's True Identity Nearly Revealed
Maggie's words turned the atmosphere icy in an instant.
Isabella, who had been idly scrolling through her phone, looked distinctly uncomfortable. Being unable to bear children was her secret sorrow.
Both her mother-in-law and husband had set their sights on her womb.
Her mother-in-law was especially pointed in her remarks, insinuating that Isabella was a hen that doesn't lay eggs.
Ever since her husband got promoted, her mother-in-law's attitude had gotten worse, even suggesting behind her back that her husband should divorce her.
Isabella, fearing divorce, sought refuge at her parents' home for a few days.
Olivia glanced awkwardly at Isabella and said, "There's no rush about having kids. Your cousin is still young. She wants to enjoy a few more years of married life without children. Besides, your cousin's husband is busy. Speaking of which, Maggie, you don't have a partner, right? How about I set you up with someone?"
Arya chuckled and answered on behalf of Maggie, "Sis, you needn't worry. Maggie has already found someone."
"Really? Why haven't I heard about this? Is he a local?" Olivia asked. "Maggie, you can't go for someone from out of town. They don't have our best interests at heart. They might just be after your local residency. Don't make the same mistake your mom did and get fooled."
Maggie, not wanting to divulge too much but irritated by Olivia's insinuations about Arya, replied, "Auntie, there's no need to worry. He's a local."
Arya could only offer an awkward smile in response.
Isabella looked up from her phone and asked, "Maggie, what does your boyfriend do? Since he's local, he must have a house, right?"
Maggie replied truthfully, "No, he's renting a place and he's just a regular worker. He's not in the same league as your cousin's husband."
She was well aware of Isabella' underlying intentions—to compare and see who had managed to snag the better husband.
Hearing that Maggie's boyfriend didn't even own a house and was just a worker, Isabella lost interest in asking any more questions.
Olivia was secretly pleased. She certainly didn't wish for Maggie to marry better than her own daughter.
Putting up a false front, Olivia said, "As long as it's decent, that's all that matters. Not everyone is as lucky as Isabella to have married so well."
Maggie remained silent. In today's society, relatives and friends might wish you well, but rarely do they wish you to do better than them.
After the lunch, Olivia invited Arya to stay for meal. Following the lunch, she asked Arya to help push her wheelchair out to the mall for a stroll.
Arya was more than happy to do so. Among sisters, she didn't dwell on these matters.
Maggie didn't want to stay put. After Arya and Olivia had left to hit the mall, she got a call from Dulcinea. Seizing the opportunity, Maggie decided to take off as well.
Maggie made her way to the basement parking garage to get her car, just as Isabella stepped out carrying her Louis Vuitton bag.
"Maggie," Isabella called out to her, walking over and glancing at Maggie's car with a disdainful smirk. "Got a new ride? Did you pick this one up from the used car market again?"
Isabella's $70,000 BMW cast a shadow over Maggie's modest $20,000 Chevrolet. It was a stark contrast.
Maggie wasn't one for making comparisons, but she wasn't one to shy away from a comeback either. She retorted, "Dear cousin, you might want to focus less on my affairs and more on your own. It's been eight years and no children. For all you know, your husband might be getting desperate enough to find someone else to start a family with."
Isabella felt a sudden alarm, though she kept her composure, “He wouldn’t dare.”
Maggie simply laughed, neither confirming nor denying, got in her car, and drove away.
However, Maggie's words had struck a nerve. Isabella was all too aware of her in-laws' eagerness for a grandchild.
The thought of her husband actually finding someone else to bear his child was her worst nightmare. With this anxiety, Isabella hurried back to her in-laws' place.
...
At the Metropolitan Club.
Maggie, following the address given by Dulcinea, navigated her way and parked her car in front of the club.
This place was an exclusive members-only establishment, catering to the elite of society. Of course, there were those who had schemed their way to membership, often seeking wealthy partners.
Unsure of why Dulcinea had asked her to come, Maggie waited outside until Dulcinea arrived to escort her in.
"Dulce, what brings you here?" asked Maggie.
"Playing tennis," replied Dulcinea, dressed in sportswear. "A friend dragged me along. I was bored out of my mind, so I thought I'd invite you to join. Heard the CEO of Visionary Futures Group is coming today. My friend's basically here for the CEO."
Maggie casually asked, "For the CEO?"
"Of course, it's to create opportunities. The CEO of Visionary Futures Group is still unmarried and single, you know. Today, the club has attracted quite a few socialites and heiresses. Do you think they've all come to play tennis?"
Hearing Dulcinea put it that way, Maggie finally noticed that indeed, there were numerous well-dressed girls wearing expensive outfits where they walked.
Maggie chuckled, "Marriage is all about fate, after all."
"The marriages of rich young ladies aren't the same as us ordinary folks. They involve family interests. Rumor has it that Visionary Futures Group's CEO is young and handsome, a real catch. Obviously, he's going to have people eyeing him."
Dulcinea suddenly remembered, "Right, your husband works at Visionary Futures Group. He must have met the CEO of Visionary Futures Group. Is he as handsome as the rumors say?"
Maggie replied with a smile, "I don't know, I'll ask him about it."
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