Chapter122 She Had No Time for Trivialities
Lost in thought, he strode forward with a confident gait.
Kevin jumped at the sight of him, heart pounding, "Mr. Lancelot."
"You know me?"
Charles stood at the doorway, calm and commanding, creating a sense of weight.
As his eyes adjusted to Kevin's features, he felt a vague sense of familiarity, as though he had seen this face somewhere before.
"Who wouldn't recognize Mr. Lancelot of Lancelot Group?" Kevin scratched his head, feeling somewhat cowardly without Daphne around, "Can I help you here?"
"Where's Daphne?"
Charles had no interest in wasting time with someone so trivial.
Recalling Daphne's words, Kevin refrained from hiding anything, "Daphne went back to Gedser with Evan."
Charles was puzzled.
Back to Gedser?
Why didn't he know about this?
And more importantly, why did this man directly call Daphne’s name?
"You're close to Daphne?" Charles's gaze grew darker.
"I've known Daphne since elementary school," Kevin said, revealing the depth of their relationship without hesitation, "Is there a problem?"
Charles felt his understanding of Daphne dwindling, "When did she leave with Evan?"
"Yesterday. Didn't she tell you?" Kevin delivered the news with innocent ignorance, piercing Charles's heart: "Right after the divorce was final, she went straight to the airport with Evan."
Charles's composure snapped.
Great. She left without so much as a goodbye.
"If there's nothing else, I really should go back inside…" Kevin struggled to bear the chill in the air.
Charles had no intention of engaging further, but as he prepared to leave, he caught sight of the car keys in Kevin's hand. Upon further questioning, he was shocked to learn not only had Daphne gifted her lover the sports car, but she'd also let him stay in this mansion.
Daphne sure knew how to play the game.
With emotions swirling, he drove back to his family estate.
This time, he ignored the butler's usual excuses, well aware they were nothing more than his grandfather's way of avoiding him.
As he entered, his grandfather was engrossed in a chess game, pretending not to notice Charles, and continued playing without a word.
Charles sat opposite the old man, his voice deep and direct, "Daphne said you knew where her family lives."
"Don't you know as well?" his grandfather continued his game.
Charles was confused.
What did he know?
"Didn't you meet her father and sister the last time you went to Gedser?" the grandfather finally looked up at him, his words laden with meaning.
Charles instinctively wanted to deny it, "When did I..."
Before he could finish speaking, he paused abruptly.
Her father and sister?
Images of Mr. Murphy and Lydia flashed through his mind.
"You mean Daphne is the daughter of Mr. Murphy’s daughter?" Charles found the suggestion preposterously unbelievable.
How could Daphne possibly belong to the Murphy Group?
Hadn’t Lydia and Mr. Murphy informed him they only had one daughter?
Lost in thought, he looked at his grandfather and asked, "When did you find out?"
"What’s with all the questions?" His grandfather had no intention of disclosing anything, looking at him with disdain, "Don’t forget you two are divorced now. Whatever Daphne's status is, it's none of your business."
Charles’s heart felt scattered for the first time.
Daphne belonging to the Murphy family meant that Mr. Murphy and Lydia had been deceiving him all along in the hospital.
He had always wondered why Lydia took such a keen liking to Daphne.
"What are you off to do?" his grandfather asked as he stood up to leave.
"I'm going to get some answers about why she lied to me." Charles deeply cared about this matter, stood up, and dialed her number immediately.
He had to see this for himself.
How was she going to explain this?
However, when he called, he was told that the number had been switched off.
A sense of foreboding welled inside him; after hanging up, he sent Daphne a WhatsApp message. The moment the message was sent, he was greeted with a red exclamation mark.
Message sent but rejected by the recipient.
He tried to reach her through other means, but the result was the same.
It dawned on him; Daphne had blocked him.
The realization filled him with fury, and he strode back to his grandfather to request his phone.
His grandfather, guessing what was happening, didn’t call him out and passed over the phone.
This time, the call went through.
After a few seconds of ringing, the familiar voice answered, "Mr. Marcus."
He said, "It's Charles," struggling to keep his anger in check. His words were measured.
Daphne hesitated, then responded indifferently, "What do you want?"
"Should I address you as Daphne or Miss Murphy?" Charles’s heart was inflamed as he spoke, wishing to drag Daphne back and confront her properly, "For two years of marriage, I had no clue that my wife was the daughter of the Murphy Group."
"I told you, but you didn’t believe me," Daphne replied nonchalantly.
Charles was speechless.
That was "told you"?
In that situation, who would have believed her?
"Where are you now?"
"Gedser," Daphne didn't bother hiding it.
Charles felt as if his heart condition was about to flare up from sheer frustration.
How could he not know she was in Gedser?
Taking a few deep breaths to steady himself, he spoke to her in a tone that was an attempt at being calm and detached, "I need to talk to you. Give me the address."
"You'll need to make an appointment to meet my boss," Jesse said over the hands-free phone, his voice crisp and professional, "She's swamped and doesn't have time for irrelevant people."
Daphne cleared her throat with a light cough, gently reminding him, "Jesse, do you know who you're talking to?"
"I don't, but whoever it is, an appointment is necessary if they want to meet you," Jesse's serious reply was almost comically earnest.
Daphne couldn't help but laugh.
This guy.
Always so serious yet somehow irritating.
Their conversation was fully audible to Charles. Hearing Daphne affectionately refer to that man as Jesse sparked an immediate annoyance within him.
"Mr. Lancelot, you've heard my assistant's words," Daphne, lounging casually in the back seat, sounded indifferent, "If you have something to discuss, make an appointment. I have to go now."
With that, Daphne ended the call and promptly set her phone to silent mode.
After adjusting the settings, a message popped up—[REMOVE ME FROM YOUR WHATSAPP BLOCK LIST!!!].
Daphne swiped the message away, ignoring it, and set the phone aside once more to close her eyes and rest.
"Boss," Jesse ventured.
"Hmm," Daphne responded lightly, eyes still closed.
"You just called him Mr. Lancelot?" Jesse picked up on the critical point.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
