Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 493 - 509: So It’s Him (14)

Chapter 493: Chapter 509: So It’s Him (14)

Tony, overwhelmed with astonishment, asked, "Mr. Stanton, do you have any other instructions?"

With a mobile phone in one hand and rhythmically tapping on the steering wheel of the car with the other, Percy Stanton took a while before asking, "Do you have the guest list for the Smith and Vincent engagement party tomorrow?"

"Yes..."

As Tony spoke, within half a minute, Percy Stanton’s phone received a MMS. Holding the open call, Percy opened the MMS. Looking at the list filled with people he had either met or heard of before, only he was absent.

Percy Stanton held the phone to his ear and said, "Tomorrow, you’ll accompany me to this engagement party."

"But... Mr. Stanton, without an invitation, and being neither a friend nor relative to the Smiths or Vincents, how can you get in?"

"Is there anywhere in this world where I cannot go?" Percy Stanton arched an eyebrow, his tone slightly annoyed.

"No, I mean, you would need a reason, right?"

"A reason?" Percy Stanton repeated in a low voice. Then, after contemplating for a while, he said, "CEO of Thompson Empire Group, the next major business partner of the Smith Corporation, is this identity not sufficient?"

On the other end of the call, Tony stammered for a whole minute before saying, "Mr..Mr. Stan...Mr. Stanton.. Haven’t you always disliked disclosing your identity? And... and, even threatened us to keep it a secret, even forbidding us to call you Young Master.."

"Nonsense!" Percy Stanton snapped, realizing the words he was about to utter he quickly changed his tone and said coldly, "Tony, since when do you have the right to question your superior?"

Tony instantly fell silent.

Percy Stanton hung up the phone satisfyingly.

In his fit of rage, what he had wanted to say was: Nonsense, if I don’t reveal my identity, my woman would have run away with someone else..

..

When Isabel Smith woke up, it was already night, and those who Percy Stanton had called to Rose Manor had already left one after another.

When she opened her eyes, Percy Stanton was sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the suite room, staring out the window, lost in thought.

Isabel Smith sat up in a daze, looking at the luxurious furnishings of the suite room, was slightly taken aback, and took a while to come back to her senses.

Isabel Smith lifted the quilt, and as soon as she got off the bed, Percy Stanton turned his head. His usually cool face slightly softened and said, "Are you awake?"

"Mm." Isabel Smith responded, raising her hand to tidy up her disheveled, long hair. Then she asked, "What time is it?"

Percy Stanton looked at the time and said, "Not yet a quarter past seven."

"It’s quite late." Isabel Smith frowned, "I need to go home."

"Mm." Percy Stanton sat quietly, watching Isabel Smith for a while before slowly standing up. He walked to one side, picked up Isabel’s coat, helped her put it on, and elegantly lifted her bag. Then, he walked out of Whitehall Cottage with her.

Percy Stanton had conveniently followed Isabel Smith to her place the night before last, and did not ask for her address this time. Instead, he drove her straight home.

When Isabel Smith arrived home, she suddenly realized how did Percy Stanton know where she lived?

Unable to resist, Isabel Smith walked to the window, slightly opened the closed curtains, and saw a car quietly parked by the road below her building. The car was still running, with its lights flashing orange intermittently.

The dim street light shone on the white car. Miraculously, she could hear that man’s soft and lingering voice in her ear.

——Isabel, come to me and live a simple and happy life as a woman should.

——When you were nagging me non-stop at Starhaven University, borrowing five dollars, played the role of Lady Purple Cloud in the school night performance, threw stones at me, blocked me on Pedestrian Street, kissed me, causing me to have an allergic reaction and be admitted to the hospital, when do you think you’ll remember me?