Joan Graham felt her position as the legitimate wife being threatened, and deeply in love with David Garcia, she found it hard to sit still.
"Mom, happiness is sothing you have to fight for, don’t hesitate anymore."
Sean Dalton encouraged her, "If you know things are going wrong and don’t try to stop it, they’ll only beco more rampant in the future."
She crossed her arms and approached her mother, "With my years of acting experience, it might not be surprising if one day what’s handed to you is a divorce agreent."
"By then, whether you sign it or not, you’ll have to sign it." Sean Dalton assured her, "When a man’s heart changes, he recognizes no one."
Joan Graham was frightened by her daughter’s words. She couldn’t lose David Garcia! She loved him! She needed to solidify her position as Mrs. Dalton!
Observing her mother’s expression, Sean Dalton felt certain she would go, so she added, "After you see Justin Kingston, find Mia Lane. There are two copies of the photos; I’ll give one to the dia last."
"Don’t give it to the dia yet!" Joan instinctively worried, "It would affect the company; we can’t destroy everything. Let find Justin and Mia first, to see if there’s room for negotiation."
"Alright, go quickly." Sean Dalton smiled, "I’ll be waiting for you at ho; I don’t have any shoots these days."
So, Joan Graham left the living room with the photos. She had to win this battle of love.
To avoid being conspicuous, she hailed a taxi, "Driver, to Kingston Group," she said quietly.
"Alright."
The car started, and Joan took a deep breath. Mia, such a young girl, why ruin soone else’s family?
Just then, her phone rang. She stared at the ssage, her expression changing slightly, hastily typing back: I have sothing important today, can’t co.
Soon, a call from a man ca in, startling her with its ringtone!
She wasn’t in a position to answer in the taxi, so she rejected the call directly.
In a seemingly abandoned factory on the outskirts, the interior had Syrian-style decorations, inhabited by people.
On a terrace with a few potted plants, a bearded man sat cross-legged in a chair, playing with a gun in one hand and holding a phone in the other.
His face was grim; she didn’t answer?
A subordinate next to him lowered his head, "Boss, this woman is unreliable, she hasn’t achieved anything for so long, just thinking about becoming Mrs. Dalton."
Hearing this, John Jennings was furious, "Get lost!"
"Yes, boss..." The subordinate quickly turned and fled.
But John Jennings knew very well; he spoke the truth. Joan had made no progress in the Dalton family over the years.
He held the phone, his expression showing cracks.
A taxi ca to a stop downstairs at Kingston Group.
Joan got off the car with the bag. She looked up at the towering building, truly magnificent!
She could even imagine the young and promising Justin Kingston, sitting in the most comfortable office, strategizing with confidence.
What would he feel upon learning about his wife’s affair?
Joan entered the lobby, trying to steady her breath, telling herself not to be afraid!
"Ma’am, who are you looking for?" the receptionist politely asked.
Joan smiled and replied, "I’m here to see CEO Kingston."
"Do you have an appointnt?"
"No, but I have an urgent matter." Joan sincerely told her, "Please call him and say Mrs. Dalton wishes to see him; he will definitely co."
The receptionist glanced at her. So confident?
If she really was soone important... she dared not delay, "Please wait a mont."
So, the receptionist picked up the landline and dialed the number for the CEO’s office.
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