All Chapters of You Left Me for Your Secretary, so Why Are You Begging at My Wedding?: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Cynthia arched a brow at her. “You don’t have to be a man to like me. I don’t turn anyone away.”“Then why did you reject so many people back in college?”“Because they were all ugly. I’m allergic to ugly people.”Liz was speechless.At the red light, Cynthia laughed. “But don’t worry, Liz. You’re beautiful. I’d never reject you the way I did them.”“Fine, fine. You’re gorgeous. You’re always right.”“Alright, I’ll stop teasing. Look over the file.”“Okay.”Liz opened the bag and began flipping through the documents. She had already read a little about Rachel before, but Cynthia’s notes were far more detailed—even down to Rachel’s favorite foods and the things she disliked.Just then the light turned green, and Cynthia pulled the car forward.Half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of an upscale fusion restaurant designed with a courtyard-style entrance.“We’re here.”Liz closed the folder, having just finished the last page. “After reading through all of this, I onl

Rachel’s lips curved in a faint smile. “Cynthia, this is how business works. And you know as well as I do that Riley and I have never gotten along. Taking this contract from her is as good as challenging her outright.“If the terms stay exactly the same, then what’s the point of taking it from her in the first place? My dad would never let me hear the end of it.”Rachel and Riley were half-sisters. Their mothers had been cousins. When Rachel’s mother, Yara York, was pregnant, Riley’s mother, Pam York, moved into the Henderson household under the pretense of helping care for her. Before long, she ended up in bed with Walter Henderson, their father.Yara discovered the affair before she had even recovered from childbirth. Enraged, she collapsed from hemorrhaging. Though doctors managed to save her, her health never recovered. She lived on expensive medication for years until she finally passed away when Rachel was twenty.From that moment on, Rachel had despised both Riley and Pam. E

Cynthia froze for a moment before answering. “Of course, the most powerful family in Halston is the Sanders. Why are you asking all of a sudden?”“You’ll understand soon enough. I have a meeting, so we’ll talk later.”The line went dead, leaving Cynthia staring at her phone in confusion. She had no idea what Rachel meant, but at least Liz had secured the deal with Henderson Corporation. That was what really mattered.Back at her hotel, Liz rested for a while before picking up her phone to text Hunter.“Hunter, you grew up in Halston. Do you know any good restaurants here? Preferably something like a Michelin-starred place.”Almost immediately, her phone rang. She answered, and his clear voice came through. “Liz, why are you suddenly asking about restaurants? Are you planning to treat someone?”“Yes. A friend helped me out a lot today, and I want to take her to dinner tonight.”“I have a few recommendations, but most of those places need reservations at least a week in advance. I

“Let’s go.”They stepped out of the car and walked side by side toward the entrance.At the door, the host stopped them. “Good evening. Do you have a reservation?”“Yes. We booked the Rosewood Room under the name Liz Smith.”“One moment, please.”After confirming the reservation, the host guided them inside.The moment Liz crossed the threshold, it felt like stepping into another era. The restaurant was styled in classic mid-century décor, with polished wood paneling, leather chairs, and vintage art pieces that gave the space a timeless elegance.Cynthia leaned closer and whispered, “A lot of these pieces are real antiques. Some of them are worth millions.”Liz’s eyes widened. “How do you know?”“The owner’s a serious collector. Everything here’s been authenticated by experts. He only displays the less valuable pieces in the dining rooms so guests can enjoy them.”Liz wasn’t much of an antiques person. She couldn’t tell the difference between priceless and ordinary. What real

Liz smiled politely at Karen. “If you’re covering my losses, then you should keep the winnings too.”Karen opened her mouth to respond, but Joanne arched a brow. “Karen, if she insists on handling her own wins and losses, let her. There’s no need to argue.”Karen hesitated, then nodded. “Alright.” She figured if Liz ended up losing too much, she could always slip her the money back later.With Cynthia and Liz joining, the group of eight headed into the private game room.Walking at the back with Liz, Cynthia leaned in and whispered, “Just throw a hand or two. These ladies are all family friends. If you beat them every single time, it’ll get awkward.”She remembered college nights when Liz played, and she had almost never lost. It was always a flush, a full house, or something just as perfect.Liz nodded. “I know. But don’t give me too much credit. I’m sure these ladies play often. They’re probably very good.”Cynthia gave her a look. “Please. I’ve never beaten you once. That’s w