Winston's voice rose with anger. "Who gave you the right to decide for me? Why would you do this?" "I did it for your own good! If I wait for you to find me a granddaughter-in-law, I'll be waiting forever." Winston couldn't believe it. This was beyond ridiculous. But when he saw that Gemma had sent him a photo of a marriage certificate, he had to admit it might be real. "Where is that woman?" His lips curved into a cold smile. "She dared to scheme against me? I'll make her pay for this." He refused to believe it was a coincidence. That woman must have targeted Gemma, knowing she was easy to fool. She was probably a scammer. In his mind, the so-called "new wife" already had a label. If she ended up in his hands, he wouldn't let her off. Hearing the edge in his voice, Gemma felt a chill run down her neck. "If you dare touch a single hair on her head, I won't live anymore! She saved my life! If you want to do something, then kill me too!" Winston's face darkened. Not only had she gotten into his grandma's head, but she was clearly skilled at it. After hanging up, Winston turned and noticed Anastasia still standing a few feet away, quietly watching him. He froze for a moment, then rushed into the luxury car parked by the road before saying a word, Anastasia watched the car drive off and blinked in confusion. Was that his girlfriend checking up on him? There was no way the business deal would go through tonight. Anastasia went back to the hotel, and while showering, she noticed the bracelet on her wrist and stopped. She suddenly remembered she was already married. She carefully took the bracelet off and placed it in a jewelry box, putting it together with the family 1/3 2:08 pm D DDD. The bracelet was too valuable to wear around. When the divorce came, she would return it. But since Sebastian had already found her at the hotel, she couldn't stay there much longer. She pulled out the key Gemma had given her. It had her new husband's apartment number and address on it. Oakridge Estates was one of the most well-known upscale communities in Brisden. It was quiet and private, home to mostly successful people. If he stayed in the military most of the time, then the place was probably empty anyway. She could check it out tomorrow. She only had a few changes of clothes, not much stuff. Thinking this, she packed her things into her suitcase and decided she would just move there after work tomorrow to save herself the trouble. At that moment, over at Oakridge Estates, Winston had just walked in. The place was completely empty. Not a single person, not even a shadow. His mood lifted slightly. He had just come back from the Renard estate, where Gemma had hidden the marriage certificate, afraid he would tear it up in anger. Since he couldn't get any information about the woman from her, he came back to Oakridge Estates alone. He figured this was just another one of Gemma's tricks to pressure him into finding a girlfriend. Just another tactic to push him into marriage. Otherwise, where was this woman? Why hadn't she shown her face? Gemma even said she gave her the key. Instead of spending her time playing cards with her friends, she was busy coming up with these crazy schemes. She had even learned to lie. She really gave him no peace of mind. Late at night, Anastasia was lying in bed, half-asleep and dreaming, when her phone suddenly rang nonstop She forced her eyes open a crack and fumbled for it, pressing it to her car. "Hello?" "Is this Ms. Abbou?" The voice on the other end was polite, with soft music playing in the background. "Mr. Sebastian drank too much at our bar. He's completely passed out. Could you come pick him up?" The words woke Anastasia instantly. 2/3 2:08 pm DDDD. She sat up and instinctively pushed back her blanket. "Wait, I'll come right away..." Her feet had just touched the floor when she stopped herself. She suddenly remembered that she and Sebastian were over. She rubbed her forehead lightly, and a bitter smile crossed her lips. "Sorry, I can't. You should call someone else." She was about to hang up. It was hard to break the habit. She and Sebastian had known each other for more than twenty years. Even when they argued, things would blow over after a while. They had always been used to having each other around. "But you're the top contact in his phone," the bartender said quickly. "Or do you have another number we can call?" Anastasia pressed her lips together. She had always been his top contact. He just hadn't bothered to change it all these years. 3/3 2:08 pm D The Rose Who Chose His Rival Over Him +8 Pearls