Chapter 39 Keep Your Voice Down!
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Startled, Aria blinked at them with wide, innocent eyes, then they narrowed in defiance.
“Why the hell? What are they glaring for?” She muttered to herself as Nathan and Monica continued to give her daredevil looks.
Aria had no qualms with calling them out on their unnecessary aggression at the table, and she was about to do so when Nathan suddenly pushed back his chair and stood up.
Monica did the same as Nathan uttered, “We will be taking our leave as well.”
“Yes, there’s some important business that we’d like to take care of at work,” Monica uttered, giving Aria a sly look, “Unlike some of us, some of us are actually useful in the society.”
With that last parting jab, they bowed and left the table with a pompous air.
The Chairman and Madam Graves looked at their departing figures, then back at Aria.
“Do not take to heart whatever she said, my dear,” Madam Graves uttered, trying to pacify Aria, “She’s just a little spoiled.”
“She’s more than a little spoilt,” Aria uttered, her eyes cold, “She’s rotten. She needs a good whipping.”
Madam Graves blinked and drew back in surprise at Aria’s fierce tone. She looked to the Chairman for help, but the Chairman only shrugged and went on with his meal.
Aria smiled suddenly, “But don’t worry, Mother. Father.” She said brightly, “Of
course I won’t let it get to me. That Monica does not know what she’s talking about.”
Madam Graves heaved a sigh of relief as Aria returned to her normal joyful self.
Aria was thinking hard as she continued with her breakfast,
Of course, she would not let Monica’s parting statement get to her. She was Elara Vaughn, Crestmont’s top business woman and the one with the ‘Queen Midas’ touch.
If there was anyone who was more useless to the society at the moment, it would be Monica and her husband, Nathan Graves.
Monica had a position in name only at the Graves Empire where she fed off her employees hard work and took credit for whatever was going on in her department.
Nathan himself, was ruining the company by taking on bad investments that drained the company’s capital.
If she wanted to get rid of them, which she would, it would be very easy to do so, and they would not be missed.
But for now, she only had to wait until Lucian was walking again. Then she’d be able to request Madam Graves fulfill her promise to hand over Graves Empire to her.
She had to get into Graves Empire.
Just being married to Lucian was not going to cut it. She had to also have some power in the place that money moved.
Being a forgotten heiress and the country bumpkin wife to Lucian, did not mean that she would attain that much respect in society.
And it did not give her enough power to crush her enemies.
Her fingers tightened around her fork as she munched on her salad.
“Just a little while longer, Elara,” she reminded herself, “Just a little while longer.”
Meanwhile, Nathan and Monica walked out of the house and entered their cars which had been brought round to them by their driver.
Lucian had not been the only one brooding at the table. Nathan had also been thinking hard, this thoughts dark.
He could not believe he had to sit down at breakfast, congratulating Lucian n his quick recovery.
It pissed the hell out of him and it had taken a great deal of self control to not overturn the breakfast table, which they all sat at.
“How can he regain his feet in such a little time?” Monica was wondering out loud by his side.
Nathan did not want to think about it.
His face was facing away from his wife, his hand on his forehead in frustration. His teeth was gritted and he was trying hard to clamp down on his anger.
Monica, unaware of her husband’s growing anger, continued speaking, “Do you think Aria has a hand in it?” She asked once more, her voice filled with curiosity, “Does she actually have some sort of healing powers?”
Nathan groaned, rolling his eyes in frustration, “How can she be the one to heal him when she is nothing but a country bumpkin?” He snapped at her.
Monica was startled by his sudden aggression and her own eyes narrowed with coldness, “Don’t snap at me,” she hissed at him, “If it’s not her, then how can you explain Lucian’s speedy recovery?”
Nathan was silent and Monica went on, piling on the questions and more headache to him.
“How else was Lucian able to wake up so suddenly after three years?” She asked, her voice higher and higher, “How come he was able to wake up so suddenly even after he had just been given the drug?!”
Nathan turned on her, his eyes flashing with anger, “Keep your voice down!” He hissed at her, grabbing her wrist as his eyes darted towards the drivers seat.
Sure enough, the driver was looking at them through the rearview mirror and when his eyes met that of Nathan, he quickly averted his gaze.
Nathan rolled his eyes and dismissed the occurrence, thinking he would be able to get back to the driver later.
All he needed to do was to hand over some cash to make the driver close his mouth.
For now, he had to deal with his unruly wife.
“Didn’t we get the information from the private investigator? Didn’t we confirm that Aria Beaumont is nothing but a country bumpkin?” He asked in a heated voice, “Why then, are you still saying that she has some kind of healing powers?”
“Because it still doesn’t make sense!” Monica answered as she swung her hand away from his holds. Her voice was still shrill and she was breathing hard now, as she normally did in an agreement.
In a little while, she would burst into tears like a child and Nathan swallowed his frustration like a bitter pill.
“It doesn’t make sense.” Monica was saying, her eyes turning wet with tears, “You must find a way to get rid of her. You Must!”