Chapter 102 Standing up for His Darling
Ophelia's clenched jaw resembled a vice grip on her emotions, so tight that her complexion shifted from shades of green to purple, creating a striking spectacle to behold.
"Are you two ready to leave now?" Cecily's voice grew colder.
They stood there, uncertain whether to stay or go.
Cecily had no patience for them, remarking indifferently, "Manager, if they keep disturbing me, I may have to file a complaint."
The manager certainly didn't want a complaint on his record. Seeing that the two women still hadn't moved, he asserted more emphatically, "Ladies, you've overstayed your welcome."
Four security guards immediately stepped forward.
Ophelia kept her gaze fixed on Cecily, angrily brushing away her hand. "Get out of my way, I can walk out on my own."
After she spoke, Ophelia cast a spiteful glance at Cecily, unable to stay in the private room any longer. Having endured humiliation, she left the scene in a particularly disheveled state.
Stepping out of the private room, Ophelia immediately turned her head and glared bitterly at Elysia, angry at herself for not knowing the big news that Cecily owned a company. She felt like a fool, outplayed by Cecily time and again.
"You idiot, how could you not know that Cecily owns a company? Isn't she your sister? Doesn't anyone in the Watson family know about this?" Shaking with fury, Ophelia not only found out that the owner of Star Rise was Cecily herself but also experienced the deep and shameful humiliation of being expelled by her.
Elysia shrank back, dodging to the side as she defended herself, "I didn't know, I really didn't know. My dad never mentioned it to me either."
In sheer frustration, Ophelia cursed. If Elysia couldn't even blend scents properly or stand up to Cecily, there was no point in keeping such a fool around.
Meanwhile, Elysia simmered with jealousy, questioning why Cecily should own a company while she, also a daughter of the Watson family, had nothing to her name. Elysia reasoned that Cecily couldn't have launched the company without the family's resources, so she felt entitled to a share of it as well.
She ground her teeth in resentment, growing more upset by the moment.
While Ophelia continued to curse her in anger, Elysia could only silently endure, waiting for Ophelia's fury to subside before asking, "Ophelia, what do we do now? Are we just going to let Cecily continue being arrogant?"
She was not content to stand down. Elysia couldn't confront Cecily alone; she had to stick with Ophelia.
Ophelia gave her a cold glance, then turned back, her eyes harshly fixed on the direction of the private room. "What's next is just the beginning of my fight with her, just you wait."
Having said that, Ophelia attempted to leave but her leg, from exerting too much force, throbbed sharply in pain. She nearly stumbled forward but managed to catch herself on the wall.
Ophelia was on the verge of a meltdown, whipping her head around to glare at Elysia, who was still standing frozen in place. She clutched her forehead in anger and barked, "What are you staring at? Don't you know enough to come over and help me up?"
Elysia hurried over to support Ophelia.
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Inside Darian's private dining room, the atmosphere was especially tense.
Darian sat with a stern face, not speaking, and it was unclear what was on his mind. The group of influential figures dining with him didn't dare to make a sound, their bodies rigid with tension.
They would occasionally steal glances at the man at the head of the table. Despite his youth, his presence was incredibly imposing, and now with his face set in a cold expression, it was hard to tell what had angered him.
The main offender, Hayden, seemed to be enjoying his meal, cheerfully calling out to the others now and then, "Why the long faces? Wasn't it you who asked me to get Darian out here for business discussions? Why so silent?"
For thirty minutes, Darian had been sitting, and no one had dared to strike up a conversation with him. Despite their polished appearance in sharp suits, in truth, they were all sweating profusely.
Darian lifted his gaze, his cold gaze sweeping across the room as he casually gestured with a hook of his finger.
Larkin immediately stepped forward. "Yes, Mr. Fitzgerald?"
Darian tilted his head slightly, his strikingly handsome features marked by severity and seriousness.
He turned to Larkin, his eyes deep and inscrutable.
Larkin immediately understood, asking, "What would you like me to do?"
Darian pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice low and magnetic as he instructed, "Go check on how she’s doing."
On hearing this, Hayden, who had been all ears, let out a snicker.
He laughed heartily. It appeared that the tough guy couldn't last even half an hour without revealing his concern.
Darian grew more irritable, and with Hayden constantly making snide remarks, his patience wore even thinner.
Larkin didn't dare delay and immediately went to see to the matter.
"Darian, if you’re so concerned, why don't you check on her yourself? Be careful or Larkin might steal your thunder and play the hero," Hayden teased.
Darian turned, his dark eyes giving Hayden a fleeting but pointed look as he threatened, "If I hear you laugh again, you’re out."
"I'm just offering advice on the pursuit," Hayden muttered under his breath.
The pressure in the room seemed to drop even lower. Everyone was a bit curious about who this "she" was that Darian kept referring to. It seemed like all his bad mood today stemmed from her—an individual capable of affecting Darian's emotions.
Larkin quickly moved to the door of Cecily's private room just as a staff member came out. Larkin approached him and asked, "Hello, has the issue that happened here earlier been resolved?"
The employee knew right away he was there to gossip about the recent disturbance and so he replied, "It's been resolved and the people causing trouble was kicked out."
Larkin's heart skipped a beat, worrying that Cecily might be the one who was expelled. Hesitating at the door, he felt that it was inappropriate to just barge into someone else's private room.
Larkin had no choice but to return and inform Darian, "Mr. Fitzgerald, the troublemaker was escorted out. I don't know if it was Ms. Cecily who was kicked out."
"You didn't find out?"
"The door was closed and it didn't seem right to just go in."
Darian looked even more agitated and, after sitting in discomfort for a moment, he stood up and marched out of the room.
Watching Darian leave, the rest became even more baffled, wondering what was happening.
"Larkin, where's Darian off to in such a hurry?" someone asked.
Hayden quickly downed his glass of red wine and joined in saying, "Going to stand up for his darling, obviously."
With that, Hayden stood up and promptly trailed after Darian. Intrigued by what was unfolding, it seemed like it was going to be quite an event.
Darian reached Cecily's private room, hesitated for just a second, and then pushed the door open.
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