Chapter 19
n’s fine. Ill handle it.”
Daphne hung up the phone and looked around the now–empty house. Without all the furniture.
the place felt cavernous and cold.
She could always buy new pieces. Without the staff, she could hire new ones. But she knew that
she’d never get the house back once she moved out
The first floor had already been stripped bare. Daphine climbed to the second floor, relieved to find.
the furniture in the bedroom still intact. At least there was a bed for her to use tonight.
That night, she curled up under what little she had left, trying to stay warm. Wilson hadn’t even
left her a blanket
“Dream on if you think you and that homewrecker are taking over my house,” she muttered to
herself.
She barely slept, tossing and turning until the first lays of the morning finally brought some
warmth.
The next day, Daphne headed straight to the store. She bought everything–chairs, tables, bedding. and all the essentials–and arranged for a delivery service to take them to the house. Just as she
was done, her phone buzzed. It was Sebastian.
“Mr. Turner, what can I do for you?” she said, mirroring his usual teasing tone..
“Last time, you told Wilson you’d endorse Turner Group. Is that still happening?” Sebastian asked
with a smile.
Daphne paused, recalling the encounter. “Oh, that?I was just throwing Wilson off. You didn’t take
me seriously, did you?”
She thought for a moment. It seemed like that happened the time she and Sebastian ran into Wilson and Yvonne. Afraid that Wilson would find out she was planning to talk to Sebastian about
marriage, she used it as an excuse to brush it off.
Daphne was well aware of her situation. Wilson wouldn’t even give her a single endorsement for one of his luxury brands, so how could she expect someone like Sebastian to give her an
endorsement contract for the entire Turner Group?
But to her surprise, Sebastian really did have that intention. He said, “You’re my future wife. It makes perfect sense for you to represent Turner Group.”
He said “future wife” with such ease that it made Daphne’s face heat up. “You can’t be serious
Sebastian replied confidently, T’m definitely serious. I’m not joking.
Daphne paused, her gaze dropping as she thought it over. Wilson had recently made Yvonne the face of Story, a luxury brand under his company. Landing a Turner Group deal would one–up Yvonne and prove that her meeting with Sebastian was purely professional.
“Alright. But since this is business, we’ll handle it professionally. Let’s do it by the book.”
“Fair enough. I’ll have the team send you the address.”
Daphne hung up and headed to Turner Group. It was her first time visiting his office–a sleek,
modern building with about 20 floors.
She was escorted straight to the top floor, where Sebastian greeted her with a grin
“The contract’s ready. Take a look and sign if everything looks good
These tasks were usually handled by Wendy and Ava, but this meeting came up unexpectedly
Daphne didn’t have time to call Ava, and Wendy was busy helping her find a new maid, so Daphne
had to handle it on her own this time.
“Got it.” Daphne didn’t even bother reading the contract. She flipped to the last page and signed it
without hesitation.
“You really trust me, huh?” Sebastian teased, clearly pleased.
“Well, you said I’m your future wife. You wouldn’t scam your own wife, would you?” she shot back,
her face warming despite her composed demeanor.
Sebastian chuckled and picked up the desk phone “We’re good to go,” he said into the receiver.
For the first time, Daphne saw a serious side of Sebastian. The playful charm was gone, replaced by a sharp, focused professionalism,
As soon as she finished the paperwork, she called Ava.
“Ava, I just signed a deal to endorse Turner Group Draft the announcement and coordinate with.
their team to finalize the details.”
There was a pause on the other end “Endorsement? Seriously?”
“I just sent you the contract. Check your inbox.
It didn’t take long for the announcement to trend.
#DaphneYeager TurnerGroupDeal
Daphne scrolled through the comments, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. Almost all the feedback was positive
Sebastian leaned back in his chair, grinning at her “So, how’s my future wife going to thank me?”
Chapte !!!
“Ill leave that up to you, Mr. Turner.”
“How about starting with calling me ‘darling‘?”
Daphne nearly choked, grateful when her phone rang to save her from answering. It was Wendy.
“Daphne, I’ve found you a maid. Do you want to head home to meet her?”
“You’re a lifesaver, Wendy I’m on my way.”
With a quick goodbye to Sebastian, she rushed back to her house, anxious to see how things were
coming along
When she arrived, Wendy’s car was already parked out front.
“What’s going on here?” Wendy asked, pointing to the workers still hauling things into the house.
Daphne quickly explained last night’s events, recounting Wilson and Yvonne’s shameless
behavior.
“That’s disgusting! What a pair of–ugh, I can’t even say it!” Wendy fumed
Daphne smirked. “And that’s exactly why I’m not letting them win.”
She led the new maid through the house, showing her around. By the time she was done, her. throat was dry. She went to pour herself some water, only to find the kettle empty.
Annoyed, she headed to the kitchen to fill it, but the faucet didn’t work. “What the… Is the water
shut off?”
Just then, the new maid approached her. “Ms. Yeager, the kitchen doesn’t have running water.”
A mover rushed in, looking worried. “Ms. Yeager, the lights aren’t working either. Everything we just installed won’t turn on ”
Daphne froze. Of course, Wilson was still listed as the owner of the house. Cutting off the utilities would just take a snap of the finger for him. She hadn’t thought of this earlier.
She then told them, “Wait here for a moment. Let me find out what’s going on.” She grabbed her phone and called the water and power company. Her suspicions were confirmed.
“Apologies, Mrs. Farrell, but the account holder, Mr Farrell, requested the shutoff. There’s nothing we can do without his authorization,” the representative explained
Daphne’s grip tightened on the phone until her knuckles turned white. “Got it.”
Hanging up, she cursed under her breath. Wilson had officially hit a new low just to steal her house for Yvonne.
“Bastard!”
