LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Chapter 152 – Who Could Be Better Than You?



With a wife like this, what more could he want? Jun Chester, however, didn’t show any arrogance. He changed the subject with a smile, asking, “Have you completed all the paperwork to join the company?”

Lyvia nodded and said, “Yes, I have. I’ll officially start work on the first of next month.”

Jun Chester laughed and said, “We’ll celebrate then.”

Then, as they chatted like this, they left the Westeast Tower, leaving Abbie and others dumbfounded.

As Lyvia just stepped out of the building, her phone rang. It was a call from Carol.

As soon as she answered, Carol’s anxious voice came from the other end, “Lyvia, have you had a fight with Jun Chester?”

Lyvia replied, “No, we’re fine.”

Carol seemed confused and asked, “Then why did you move back to the shop?”

Lyvia smiled and said, “That was just a joke, I’m not moving.”

Carol was even more puzzled and asked, “What’s going on?”

Lyvia thought for a moment and said, “I’ll explain it to you when I get back.”

Carol said, “It doesn’t matter, as long as you and Jun Chester are fine, that’s all that matters.”

Lyvia reassured Carol a bit more, then hung up the phone.

Jun Chester laughed and looked at Lyvia, asking, “Am I in for a treat tonight?”

Lyvia snorted and said, “In your dreams!”

Even though she said this, Lyvia was already thinking about what “surprise” she should give Jun Chester tonight.

After a while, Lyvia had an idea, but she still asked Jun Chester seriously, “Are you really going to South Lordran with Theresa Hale tomorrow?”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jun Chester nodded, “Yes, I’m taking her to South Lordran to take care of something.”

Lyvia pondered for a moment and said, “I also need to go to South Lordran tomorrow.”

Jun Chester was taken aback and asked, “What are you doing in South Lordran?”

Lyvia snorted and said, “I’m attending the birthday banquet of Sandra Simpson’s father. Sandra Simpson called me directly when I was handling the paperwork for the new job, so I must go.”

Jun Chester complained, “You know how Sandra Simpson feels about me…”

Lyvia interrupted, “This is between women, you don’t need to worry about it. Besides, she personally invited me. If I don’t go, wouldn’t it seem like I’m petty?”

Jun Chester laughed and said, “My wife is really great!”

Lyvia was proud and said, “Needless to say, who could understand you better than me… right?”

Jun Chester’s eyes widened, he was about to burst into tears of joy.

It was a stormy night.

Early the next morning, Jun Chester first sent Dion off to school, then gave some instructions to Bruce Wells at home, and then set off for South Lordran. When he arrived in South Lordran, it was already 4:30 in the afternoon.

Theresa Hale naturally came along, and she was in the same car as Lyvia.

Bruce Wells drove, Jun Chester sat in the passenger seat, and Theresa Hale and Lyvia sat together in the back.

On the way, neither of the women spoke to each other, creating an awkward atmosphere.

As to why the two women were sitting side by side, Jun Chester had no idea. Women, they’re hard to understand!

Meanwhile, at the Simpson Villa in South Lordran.

In front of the large estate, luxury cars were everywhere, and important figures were arriving one after another!

Matthew Simpson, the star of the day, had yet to make an appearance.

At the moment, Matthew Simpson was on the second floor of the Simpson Villa, entertaining a very attractive woman.

The woman, Marie Spears, with brown hair and green eyes, was a mixed-race individual. She was the heiress of the Spears family from South Monfort!

Furthermore, she had another very dazzling identity!

She was the president of the World Bartending Association, and was preparing a cocktail called Drunk Sage in front of Matthew Simpson.

As soon as she finished making the cocktail, the entire second floor was filled with the aroma of the cocktail.

Any connoisseur of fine drinks, with just one sniff, would be like a drunkard possessed, needing to taste it to satisfy their cravings!

Matthew Simpson was a true connoisseur of fine drinks, and it was his habitual heavy drinking that led to his terminal illness. Despite this, smelling the aroma of the drink in front of him, he couldn’t help but reach out to pick it up. Marie Spears, however, suddenly slapped Matthew Simpson’s hand and said, “Uncle Simpson, if you drink this, you will die, but if Jun Chester drinks it, he’ll get drunk.”

Matthew Simpson opened his mouth to speak, then stopped. Sandra Simpson, who was also present, looked at the drink on the bar with suspicion and asked half-believingly, “Just this one glass can really get Jun Chester drunk?”

Marie Spears glanced at Sandra Simpson and said, “Don’t worry, even if Jun Chester does get drunk, as long as you take the initiative, nothing will be delayed.”

Blushing, Sandra Simpson said, “I invited Jun Chester to South Lordran entirely for my father’s sake!”

Marie Spears sneered, “So you mean, Jun Chester can cure Uncle Simpson’s disease?”

Sandra Simpson said, “Of course!”

Marie Spears chuckled and shook her head, “You’re really desperate for a cure. My master works at Goodherbs under Badfella Stannard. If he can’t cure it, it would be strange if Jun Chester could!”

Sandra Simpson blinked, a plan forming in her mind, and proposed, “How about we make a bet? If Jun Chester can cure my father’s disease, your family will give up some of your Spears Group’s shares, at least 5%!”

Marie Spears was slightly taken aback, and asked with interest, “And if he can’t?”

Sandra Simpson said, “I’ll offer 10% of the Simpson Group’s shares.”

On hearing this, Matthew Simpson’s face twitched. “Sandra, I have a terminal disease, you know what that means? It’s incurable! The reason I’m still energetic now is because I drank the medicinal liquor Marie Spears prepared for me three months ago, allowing me to hold on for a few more months and die as if I were in perfect health. But I’m not dead yet, and you’re making such a big bet?”

Sandra Simpson ignored Matthew Simpson and looked at Marie Spears, “So, are you in or out?”

Marie Spears smiled, “Little sister, this is not a joke. Given our family’s relationship with your father, I can allow you to back out.”

Sandra Simpson said, “I’m just asking you, are you in or out?”

Marie Spears thought for a moment, then said, “Okay, but we need to sign an agreement for the bet. And… if we’re going to bet, let’s go big. 10% of the shares is too little. I currently hold 32% of the Spears Group’s shares. I can put all of those up for the bet, but if I win, you also need to give up 32% of the Simpson Group’s shares.”

Sandra Simpson made her decision, “It’s decided then!” She then turned to Matthew Simpson and said, “Dad, draw up a betting agreement. I’ll sign it right now!”

Matthew Simpson immediately tried to stop her. “Sandra, don’t forget the point of today is to get Jun Chester! We can’t deviate from that! Plus, don’t bet with the Spears family, they’re professionals at this. They’ve never lost in decades, you can’t…”

Before Matthew Simpson could finish, Sandra Simpson interrupted. “The Simpson Group has already been transferred to me, how I mess with it is my business!”

Matthew Simpson opened his mouth, then turned to look at Marie Spears, his face full of anger. “Marie, don’t stoop to Sandra’s level. She just accepted me as her father and her emotions are not stable yet, so…”

Before Matthew Simpson could finish, Marie Spears interrupted with a laugh. “It’s none of your business, and besides, I’ve come to South Lordran amidst all my busy work, you can’t let me leave empty-handed, right? Most importantly, it’s just 32% of the Simpson Group’s shares, it won’t shake her position in the Simpson Group at all!”

Matthew Simpson was once again at a loss for words, looking at his daughter with complex emotions and sighing heavily. “You see, this is the outcome of being penniless. Before this, Marie Spears wouldn’t dare to speak to me like this! Sandra, if you persist in signing this betting agreement, I will be your example!”

Sandra Simpson shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, I don’t care. Tonight, I have to take care of Jun Chester and get the shares of Spears Group. No one can stop me.”

Marie Spears laughed and patted Sandra Simpson’s fragrant shoulder. “Don’t worry, you definitely won’t get the shares of Spears Group. But as long as Jun Chester drinks my wine, you can do whatever you want with him! This wine recipe was passed down to me by my master, how could it not be called Drunk Sage?”

Matthew Simpson on the side looked desolate, but after a moment of silence, he still had someone prepare the betting agreement.

About half an hour later, Jun Chester and his party arrived at Simpson Villa.

The arrival of Jun Chester and his party quickly attracted the attention of many guests in front of Simpson Villa.

But to be precise, only Theresa Hale was the center of attention, because almost all the guests present had seen Theresa Hale.

The CEO of Skyhowl was of course famous.

Everyone was just puzzled as to why such a big shot like Theresa Hale would follow a couple?

What was this couple’s background?

Just as everyone was puzzled by this, a middle-aged man in a suit approached Jun Chester with a smile and greeted, “Master, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Joe Stannard.”

This man was half a disciple of Badfella Stannard. He usually ran errands at Goodherbs. Because he knew Matthew Simpson, he also came to South Lordran to attend Matthew Simpson’s birthday banquet.

Of course, he had another identity… he was the master of Marie Spears.

But I wonder…

What would Marie Spears think if she knew her master was so respectful and humble in front of Jun Chester!


Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.