Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 224 Chapter 224: Bernard cleared his throat several times, clearly frustrated, as he squinted at the caddy collecting the balls nearby. Zola stood up and walked over.

"It's just a game. There's no need for such a fuss. Dora is of high standing; she shouldn't be the one picking up the balls." "Dora proposed this game, and I only joined under pressure. Now she's lost, and somehow I'm the one making a fuss? Why didn't you say this before the game?" Eileen glanced at Zola, unable to suppress her dislike for her. Turning to Bernard and Dora, Eileen smiled and said, "Given Dora's prestigious status, and since we're all friends here, if she prefers not to pick up the balls, I won't insist. Let's just forget about the game." Eileen then loosened her hair and retied it into a ponytail. She seemed nonchalant, yet her words landed heavily, clearly affecting Bernard.

Eileen was always perceptive. From the moment she arrived today, it was apparent that Denzel, Jacob, and Bryan had reached their limits with the Myers family. Dora's intentions were transparent, and Bernard's complacency only added to the absurdity. They already knew that Bryan was not single. Even if he were, he wouldn't choose to be with Dora for a project.

"I'm not being arrogant for not collecting the balls," Dora retorted, clearly unwilling to do it. "You broke the rules by seeking Mr. Dawson's help first." The group abandoned their gof golf and spent stchatting before dispersing. As noon approached, it would have been customary for Bryan and his companions to invite the Myers family to lunch. However, no such invitations were extended. Bryan and the others quickly bid farewell as soon as they stepped off the golf course, watching as Bernard and Dora drove away.

Bernard's face bore a look of discontent as he left with Dora.

gvlnovstakes you to new worlds "Mr. Dawson, let's grab something to eat," Denzel suggested as they approached their cars.

Without a moment's hesitation, Jacob flung the car door open and said, “Let's go. Getting Bernard to invest in this project isn't our only option anyway." "To the usual spot then," Bryan declared, opening the car door for Eileen before sliding into the driver's seat and driving off. Their usual spot was a well-known restaurant in Wist Land, which had beca regular meeting place for Denzel and Bryan since the inception of the project.

As the car merged with the traffic, Eileen caught a glimpse of Denzel's and Jacob's cars in the rearview mirror, following them. She turned her gaze to Bryan and said, "Are you certain? You're not going to marry Dora just to secure this project, are you?" "What's gotten into you?" Bryan's face darkened, and tension filled the car.

Unfazed, Eileen arched her eyebrows in amusement. “I just wanted to remind you of that. If you're set on not marrying her, you can find someone else to invest in the project. Perhaps I could help you scout another investor." At a red light, Bryan stopped the car and turned to face her. "Go on." "My line of work connectswith many affluent individuals here in Wist Land. I could introduce you to spotential investors. But you'll need more than one, which could complicate matters,” Eileen explained.

Fewer investors generally meant fewer complications, but now wasn't the right tto be picky. Eileen suspected Bryan's prolonged negotiations with Bernard were likely related to issues concerning the Dawson family. Cutting ties with his father had inevitably affected Bryan.

Last year's project with the Apex Group had made securing investors easy. This time, however, the project was entirely Bryan's, complicating his efforts to establish it firmly. He hadn't mentioned this matter to Eileen, and she hadn't asked; she could only find ways to assist him.

The group settled into a private room at the restaurant, where Denzel, familiar with the local cuisine of Wist Land, ordered several regional specialties. When the topic of the project surfaced, Denzel and Jacob agreed that it would be wiser to seek new investors rather than waste further efforts on the Myers family.

"Eileen has already devised a plan for this," Bryan said, acknowledging her.

"She knows numerous influential individuals in Wist Land, so gathering sufficient funds shouldn't be a problem," he added.

Denzel clapped his hands enthusiastically. "Ms. Curtis has an extensive network. I considered asking for her help before but hesitated, thinking it might seem impolite." As they spoke, Denzel offered a cigarette to Bryan, who accepted it but didn't light it, holding it between his fingers.

"There's no need for formality between us," Bryan stated. "She and I are partners in this project." Jacob and Denzel exchanged knowing smiles at this declaration. Jacob felt a twinge of envy at how completely Eileen had Bryan under her thumb.

Denzel expressed a nostalgic sentiment. "You two remindof my early days with my wife." "Denzel, how long have you and your wife been married?" Eileen asked casually.

Eileen admired the love between Denzel and his wife. He managed both to earn the family's incand care for Adalina while his wife indulged in leisure and luxury, treated like a cherished child.

"It's been nearly twenty years," Denzel replied, the eldest in the room at nearly forty.

The conversation flowed, largely revolving around Eileen and Bryan. Zola, who had been quiet, set down her fork and interjected, “Let's talk about business. It's better to have fewer investors. Should we consider putting more effort into persuading Bernard?" "What kind of effort? Bernard merely wants to cater to his daughter's whims, and we all know what his daughter wants," Jacob countered, sipping his wine with a hint of irritation.

Denzel gestured dismissively. "Miss Murray, you are correct, but it's too late to turn back now. Besides, Eileen has already formulated a plan, hasn't she?" Zola's suggestion was swiftly dismissed by the group, prompting her to concede with a smile. "You're right. If you need my assistance, just letknow." After the meal, everyone went their separate ways. Eileen asked Bryan to drop her off at the education center, where she browsed the contact list of her clients on the receptionist's computer.

A few clients who specialized in investments had left a lasting impression on Eileen, and she had kept in touch with them. She routinely sent them gifts during holidays, so reconnecting wouldn't seem out of the blue.

As she finished reviewing the contact information, Eileen noticed a neglected appointment scheduled for the day after tomorrow. It was with a student named Brooks Myers, a junior high student who had been trying to book sessions with her for months. Despite informing the receptionist that she was no longer taking one-on-one appointments, Brooks had persisted in trying to schedule meetings since the New Year, messaging every few days for the past two months.

Initially, the receptionist had replied that Eileen was unavailable, but as Brooks continued to make requests, the receptionist had simply stopped responding. Eileen pondered for a moment, a smile playing on her lips as she added Brooks' appointment to her own calendar.

After gathering the contact information of her other clients, she left the education center and got into the car, where she sent a message to Brooks.

"Hello, I am Eileen Curtis." Brooks' account quickly replied, "Hello, Ms. Curtis. I am Brooks' mother. I really hope you can help Brooks with an intensive tutoring program lasting a month and a half. He recently fell ill, and his grades have dropped significantly. If he doesn't catch up quickly, he won't be able to get into a top high school in Wist Land!" The urgency and sincerity in her tone were clear; her words conveyed deep concern about the possibility of Brooks not getting into a prestigious high school.

"You've been trying to make an appointment for quite stime. Why haven't you considered finding another tutor?" Eileen asked.

"His grades and performance are not good. His school recommended that I cto you, saying you've helped several students get into top high schools. No other tutor is believed to have the ability to do so in such a short texcept you," Brooks' mother replied. Eileen exchanged a few courteous words with her before agreeing and arranging a meeting twith Brooks and his mother. Nadia, Brooks' mother, was accommodating and set the meeting for four o'clock in the afternoon at their home.

Upon returning home, feeling worn out, Eileen didn't rush to contact the investors. Instead, she led Bryan to tead sheted she led Bryan to bed, and they quickly fell asleep.

Eileen's slender body curled comfortably in Bryan's arms, and she drifted into a deep sleep almost immediately. When the alarm clock rang at half past three, Eileen stirred and said to Bryan, "I have a work matter to deal with. I'll be back soon. Wait forhere." Bryan, still groggy, opened his eyes just a crack to watch her hurried departure, his eyebrows knitted together in mild confusion.

The drive to the Brooks' residence from Lakeside Villa was short, taking just over ten minutes. Upon arriving, Eileen rang the doorbell, and almost instantly, the door swung open.

"Mom, Ms. Curtis is here!" The greeter was a boy, likely around sixteen, resembling Milford in age. He was thin and somewhat introverted, wearing a shy smile for Eileen before he turned to call for his mother.

Eileen stood politely at the entrance, waiting. Soon, a woman hurried over with a warm smile. Eileen said, "Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too, Ms. Curtis. Please cin!" Nadia, a woman in her forties, was elegantly dressed. Slightly plump, she exuded a sense of decisiveness.

After Eileen entered, Nadia spoke extensively about Brooks' situation.

his Brooks, seated quietly beside his mother listened intently. When the conversation touched on topics that embarrassed him, his cheeks reddened, and he looked away. As they wrapped up discussing Brooks' situation, the sound of a car horn cfrom outside. The sound of car doors slamming followed, accompanied by voices.

Dora burst in, flinging her high heels aside carelessly at the entrance. "Dad, I don't care! You have to make Bryan mine. I'm far better than that tutor Eileen, right?" "I'll sort it out. Keep your voice down; don't let your mother hear this," Bernard replied, his voice tinged with indulgence.

However, their conversation wasn't as private as they hoped; Nadia had overheard everything.