Chapter 559 Intolerable
Elijah's words of approval carried none of the warmth one might expect. His face remained stony and devoid of joy.
As he patted Jonathan's arm, he added, "Then I'll be waiting for the grand wedding you're going to prepare!"
Even with their official registration, it all depended on Rose's satisfaction. If Jonathan couldn't provide her with lifelong happiness, Elijah would never consider their marriage valid. With that, he turned and walked away.
Jonathan remained rooted to the spot until Leonard approached, curiosity evident on his face. "Mr. Finch, what did Mr. Xanth say to you just now?"
He had observed the exchange from a distance. While Elijah had been smiling, there was an icy aura about him. It was colder than anything Leonard had ever seen from Jonathan. Jonathan glanced at him, his expression unreadable. "Do you really want to know?"
Leonard nodded eagerly, waiting to hear the details. However, instead of satisfying his curiosity, Jonathan said, "Then go ask him yourself!", before walking away.
Leonard was left standing there, frozen in place from his curiosity.
"Ask him myself? That was the legendary Elijah of Lerain Group! How would I ever get the chance to ask him anything? I'd only been lucky enough to see him today thanks to Mr. Finch-or rather, thanks to Mrs. Finch!" he thought. "Aren't you coming?" Jonathan called out from ahead, pulling Leonard out of his thoughts. The latter quickly caught up.
Finley had been waiting in the car for a while. When Jonathan got in, he asked, "Where to, Mr. Finch?"
"Home," Jonathan replied, the meaning clear to Finley.
"Got it, Mr. Finch," Finley said with a knowing smile.
The "home" referred to the new residence Jonathan and Rose would soon share. Although Rose wasn't with Jonathan now, Finley was certain it wouldn't be long before they returned together.
rang. The caller ID read "Grandma". Jonathan's brow furrowed, and he waited
you so long to answer? Where are you? I can't seem to find Elijah, nor can I see Clover or Rose. Where
been at the banquet, seeking an opportunity to meet Elijah. Mindful of her image, she hadn't been too forward, hoping Rose would notice and introduce
by socialites and noblewomen the entire evening. After all, as the star of that night's banquet, she was highly sought after. Unwilling to
knew there would still be an
long-lost daughter. Surely, he would make time for them. Confident in her plan, Eleanor was caught off guard by Jonathan's
"What do you mean they've
home," Jonathan
Eleanor remained unfazed. Even when Jonathan mentioned his own departure, she chose to ignore it. "It doesn't matter if you want to come back or not. Just tell Rose to come back with Mr. Xanth," she said, her tone firm and
well. Practical and profit-driven,
Xanth family's daughter, she had been
expected this, but the growth of Finch Group was his responsibility, and he couldn't allow Eleanor to drag
but before she could finish, Jonathan hung
on her intentionally and quickly convinced herself it was merely a signal issue. Without hesitation,
her call. She tried multiple
take long for Eleanor to understand the situation. Her years of experience made it impossible to dismiss this as a mere coincidence. As the realization set in, so did her anger. "Unbelievable!" Eleanor exclaimed in frustration, her hand trembling as she
Senior,
Elijah, Mr. Clover,
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gone. Should we..." the assistant who had accompanied Eleanor to the banquet
prepared for Elijah. As Eleanor observed her
are we still doing here? We're going back to the Finch Manor!" she snapped. Eleanor's irritation only intensified
thing away!"
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