Chapter 339 Mr. Flores is Off the Market
The lounge lay deserted, devoid of any trace of Maggie. Kimberly scanned the empty room before turning to Eleanor. "Where's Maggie?"
Eleanor mirrored the search, confirming Maggie's absence. Internally exhaling a sigh of relief, aware of Kimberly's fiery temper. If Maggie had been present, chaos would have ensued.
"I have no idea," Eleanor responded, shaking her head. Then, a thought sparked. "Mom, you just returned from the countryside. How did you learn about Maggie's situation with having children?"
Kimberly's expression hardened. "The source doesn't matter. While you all remain oblivious, I stay vigilant. Even in my eighties, I'm more astute than any of you. That woman has pulled the wool over everyone's eyes."
"Mom, Maggie isn't like that. There must be a misunderstanding," Eleanor countered.
Kimberly scoffed. "You defend her because you're cut from the same cloth. A band of women with ulterior motives aiming to snag wealthy men. I reckon you chose her just to rile me up."
Eleanor's frustration ignited. "Mom, no matter what I do, you're perpetually discontent. I agreed to a prenup and never accepted a dime from the Flores clan. What more do you require? I've borne this family two sons."
"That seems to be your only saving grace. Otherwise, Joseph would have divorced you ages ago," Kimberly spat. "And now Fiorello's tied the knot with a woman who can't even bear children. She's expendable. There's no shortage of stunning women out there."
Their argument unfolded against the backdrop of the TV in the lounge, broadcasting Fiorello's imminent speech.
Onstage, Fiorello exuded charisma and assurance, every gesture embodying regal confidence. His resonant voice resounded through the room.
"I appreciate each one of you for taking the time from your hectic schedules to join us today. Today signifies the 50th anniversary of Visionary Futures Group. We began as a humble street vendor fifty years ago and have painstakingly evolved to our present state."
He briefly delved into the company's origins, captivating the rapt audience members.
Maggie, seated among the spectators, gazed at Fiorello on stage. Witnessing him in his element filled her with profound pride and joy.
He was not just her husband; he was an incredible man. The mere thought of him brought her immense happiness.
Fiorello ranked as a heartthrob for many young women, his demeanor and appearance setting him apart as a paragon of excellence.
No woman could resist a man like that.
Today's anniversary celebration was being broadcast live. Anyone following the company's account could watch.
The viewers in the livestream surpassed the five million mark and showed no signs of slowing down. Among them, a staggering eighty percent of the audience comprised women, captivated by Fiorello's striking appearance.
The comment section was buzzing.
Dulce also opened the live stream and watched for a while. She patted Maggie and said, "Maggie, look, you have millions of love rivals. Fiorello is too good-looking."
Maggie glanced at the screen and instead of getting upset, she felt a swell of pride.
"He sure knows how to draw a crowd, doesn't he?" Maggie remarked with a smile.
"He's not just drawing women in. I should probably drop a comment clarifying that Fiorello is taken. They're in the dark about that," Dulce said, typing away as she posted a comment.
Dulce: [Let's ease up, folks. Mr. Flores is off the market.]
As soon as Dulce hit 'send,' a torrent of questions flooded in from thousands of curious netizens.
[Is it true?]
[What happened? How come I didn't know Fiorello was married?]
The chat said they didn't believe it.
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