The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 505 - 484: Wait, am I late? Have all the fights ended?

Chapter 505: Chapter 484: Wait, am I late? Have all the fights ended?

Our Mr. Smith?

Sienna Harrison’s mind went blank, and she looked up at the person coming her way, her eyes widening in shock. About three meters away was a couple in their 50s, arm in arm, walking towards her. The man was dressed in light-colored traditional clothes and wore glasses over his nose, his appearance refined and elegant; he looked familiar somehow. The woman wore an elegant, ink-colored dress, and although she was older, her figure was still enchanting. It was apparent that she had taken good care of herself. Behind her, several bodyguards dutifully carried bags, clearly indicating that she was a high-ranking noblewoman of a wealthy family.

Sienna felt uneasy, an ominous feeling creeping into her heart...

"How come you’re not talking since we came over?"

The elegant old lady looked at the cameras and video recorders pointed at them, yet no one spoke up. "I just got a message saying there’s a bitch fight going on here. What, is it over now that I’m here?"

Sienna: "..."

Just like her, this old lady had a taste for drama, unable to resist such a lively scene.

Sienna struggled to recall a matching name in her mind, but she never liked going to places where these noble ladies showed themselves, so she didn’t recognize any of them. She just had a vague suspicion that they might be...

But she couldn’t believe it. It would be so coincidental for them to be there at the same time. She only hoped they were not who she thought they were, or her future would be difficult. Well, she meant that days would be tough for Jaysen Smith!

Caught between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Jaysen was different from Michael Gordon, and would probably keep his miseries to himself. The old lady who casually mentioned she wanted to see a bitch fight, she was a bit afraid of her. Unsure if she had heard what she had just said!

Just as Sienna got lost in her worried guesses, the tactless woman in front of them raised her voice, "Who are you guys?"

Noticing the arrangement around them, the reporters realized that these two had some relationship with the people here, so they started guessing in their hearts who they could be. However, they had never seen them before, so they didn’t dare jump to conclusions.

"May I ask who you two are?"

Ordinary people would avoid reporters, especially those with status, to avoid trouble. Those who could would dodge right away. However, this couple seemed indifferent and walked right up to them.

"Well, old man, someone doesn’t recognize us? I told you being low-key isn’t good!" The old lady was talking to the old man, but her words were meant for everyone around them. "If we’re too low-key, those pretentious people will crawl all over our heads. I told you to be a bit more imposing, but you said we should keep a low profile. Is it low enough now? They’re not even recognizing us!"

The old lady’s plaintive voice sounded like a melodious bird, with a hint of sarcastic coyness; it was as satisfying as one could imagine.

"Pfft!"

Sienna couldn’t help but let out a giggle, covering her mouth. The old lady’s words were so amusing!

Such delightful flavor!

"Why do I feel like I’ve seen these two before?"

Ivy Aretha stared closely at the refined middle-aged couple who called themselves ’old man and old lady,’ feeling a sense of déjà vu. Unable to resist, she turned to Sienna and whispered, "Don’t you think Jaysen looks a bit like them? Could they be..."

"Don’t jinx me!"

Before Ivy could finish her sentence, Sienna interrupted in a hushed tone, "You know what I said while showing off here. If these two really are Mr. Smith’s parents, my life as a wealthy wife will come to an end!"

She had already noticed how the gentleman’s bespectacled scholarly demeanor resembled Jaysen almost precisely, as if they were carved from the same mold. But deep down, she genuinely hoped they were not who she suspected they might be. Otherwise, given her mother-in-law’s present demeanor, she was bound to become a daughter-in-law swallowed whole, bones and all.

Seeing Sienna’s frightened expression, Ivy couldn’t help but console her. "Whether your good days are coming to an end depends not on the older generation but on your husband’s love for you. As long as he loves you, he can turn the relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law into a mother-son relationship, and then the problem will be solved!"

Just as Ivy’s comforting words came to an end, Theo Scott’s brainless wife blurted out again, "What’s so strange about not recognizing you? Why would reporters know you?"

She murmured, "You’re not the Chairman of the country, so nobody is required to recognize you!"

"Oh, this girl’s got some temper! How about a bitch fight with me?" The old lady had been watching too many period dramas lately and just wanted someone to bicker with her. Unfortunately, her family members, both old and young, were not interested in bickering or even meeting her.

"Who are you anyway? Do I know you?"

After saying this, the woman picked up her bag and prepared to leave, having already caused enough commotion for the day. Now it was up to the media. From their stance and Sienna’s provocative personality, she’d readily admitted to being cuckolded by Theo. At least the stories the media had to write were all provided by her.

"Who am I? Who am I, you don’t know? I’m the mother of your husband’s ex-girlfriend’s current husband! You didn’t know?"

"My husband’s ex-girlfriend’s current husband’s mother?"

Mrs. Scott repeated the convoluted title, realizing that her husband’s ex-girlfriend was Sienna, Sienna’s current husband was Jaysen Smith. So she was.... "Mrs. Smith?"

Upon hearing the exclamation, everyone present seemed to have an epiphany all at once, a series of camera shutters clicking frenziedly. The gathered media were instantly stirred; these were not ordinary figures before them.

These prominent figures of Andras City’s wealthy families were people many media outlets had long wished to interview but never had the chance. Years ago, when the Smith family raised a genius son, countless reporters wanted to interview the mother of the genius. However, they couldn’t even get an invitation, as the mother bluntly rejected any form of interview, burying the reporters’ intentions deep inside themselves, never to resurface.