Chapter 398
Effie smiled and said, “No need to thank me. You earned this through your own hard work-you don’t owe anyone gratitude.”
Manager Kenyatta was the grandson of Effie’s grandmother’s old neighbor. After graduating from a technical school and struggling to find a job, he’d grown listless for a while, until Effie arranged for him to work here.
Once Effie left to join her colleagues for dinner, everyone finally relaxed.
They had all assumed that someone as difficult as Isabel would cause a huge scene, maybe even a blowout argument. To their surprise, the whole mess had been resolved so easily.
Shirley leaned over and whispered to Effie, “Effie, was that woman just now Isabel?”
Effie nodded. “Yeah.”
“Tsk, she’s seriously got a few screws loose-should probably get help,” Shirley muttered under her breath.
Honestly, if Isabel hadn’t started trouble, none of this would’ve happened. But she insisted on stirring the pot, and in the end, she got thrown out-so really, the only one embarrassed was herself.
With that unpleasant episode behind them, the group quickly returned to their cheerful dinner.
What Effie didn’t notice was that, not far behind her, someone had been watching her the whole time.
Vinson Elliott glanced at Lyman and said, “You know, your girl isn’t simple.”
He shot Lyman a meaningful look.
But Lyman didn’t even respond; his entire focus was still on Effie.
She’d always been like this dignified, undaunted, always facing the sun.
That was what drew him to her in the first place.
…
Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and soon enough, it was Old Mrs. Lawrence’s birthday.
Effie had already picked out a gift and, after telling her grandmother she was taking the day off, she brought Lyman out for lunch.
Lyman kept wracking his brain, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what was so special about today.
He turned to Effie. “You’re in a good mood today, aren’t you?”
Effie smiled. “I am.”
She’d grown wise to Lyman’s ways—a battle of wits, really-careful not to fall into any of his little traps.
But she was unaware of just how nervous Lyman actually was.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d forgotten some important occasion. If he had, a simple apology wouldn’t cut it-he might need to send Luther out to buy one of those weird apology gifts.
Effie led Lyman to the entrance of the Lawrence family estate, and he was still completely lost. Where were they, anyway?
Maybe there was a secret restaurant hidden here? It kind of looked like it.
Effie had barely stepped out of the car when she nearly collided with Suzan.
As soon as Suzan spotted Effie, her eyes went red and she barreled toward her. “Effie, you bitch! You’ve got
face
Toome nerve showing you’ve
to me!”
Effie just found Suzan’s outbursts baffling at this point. The woman seemed to lose her mind every time they crossed paths.
“If you’re sick, go get treated. Stop having your meltdowns in front of me,” Effie said coldly, quickly catching Suzan’s swinging hand.
That’s when Effie noticed something strange-Suzan’s belly, which should have been noticeably round by now, was flat.
If Suzan had given birth, she definitely would’ve been flaunting it to Effie by now. That was just who she was.
But there was no gloating now. And her stomach was flat. That could only mean one thing: Suzan had lost the baby.
Suzan glared at Effie with pure venom, as if she wanted to tear her apart.
But Effie genuinely couldn’t think of anything she’d done that could’ve caused Suzan’s miscarriage.
“Still playing innocent? You were at Zenith Aroma that day, weren’t you?! I saw your car when I left! You deliberately badmouthed me so that old hag would throw me out Suzan spat, her voice trembling with rage.