Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Chapter 147

Winona looked at her brother with a mix of frustration and disappointment.

Mildred, listening to her daughter's words, chose not to interfere. She didn't think her son was entirely wrong; it

was just the nature of children. Huxley lacked a bit of maturity.

Of course, as a mother, she could only silently watch over them, knowing well that both of her children were

precious to her. Mildred decided to stay quiet.

"Winona, | have plenty of ways to make Salvatore Group thrive," Huxley insisted. Once he got that position, he

was sure he could steer the company in the right direction with his vision and determination.

"Look, Huxley, | know you're smart. But I've got things | need to handle in my own way. Before we can think

about making Salvatore Group great, we need to get it back first. So, you'll need to learn a bit of patience,"

Winona said, half coaxing and half instructing him. "Fine," Huxley reluctantly agreed.

Seeing her brother relent, Winona glanced around to ensure they were alone, then turned to Mildred. "What has

Thalia been up to lately?" she asked.

"She went to visit a classmate. There's ssort of reunion. She'll be back today or tomorrow," Mildred replied.

"Alright," Winona said thoughtfully. "Once she's back, keep her at home. I'll call her in a couple of days."

"Did you find a job for her?" Mildred inquired.

Winona's eyes drifted to the garden outside, where the newlywed couple was enjoying their time.

"I'll talk to you about it later," she said.

After dinner, which extended until twilight, Logan's family didn't linger. Once they left, a palpable sense of relief

washed over everyone at the Salvatore manor.

Every tLogan visited, the atmosphere tensed up as if an emperor was inspecting his domain. The staff of the

Salvatore manor dreaded his presence. If Logan was displeased, he'd often get Jorge to fire someone on the spot.

If not, he'd make sure to question why they were still employed the next the visited.

In short, no one liked their visits.

After Logan's family departed, Carlos and Mikayla left. Sylvia even packed sof Mikayla's favorite snacks for

them.

The black car cruised down the streets of Xosa. Spring had arrived, and the days were getting noticeably longer.

The city was slowly coming to life again after the cold winter.

Mikayla rolled down the window, gazing at the bustling streets of Xosa, taking in the fresh spring air.

"You seem to be in a good mood," Carlos remarked, his eyes glancing over at Mikayla.

"It's a rare moment to not have anything on my mind," Mikayla sighed, letting herself relax. Tomorrow, work

would demand her full attention again. The wedding had already set her back, and she'd likely need a few late

nights to catch up. "How about we take a honeymoon trip after you finish this round of work? It'll give you a

chance to unwind," Carlos suggested.

Mikayla turned to look at him and thought, 'Honeymoon? Right, that's something newlyweds usually do.

"Sure! Where should we go?" she asked, having almost forgotten all about it.

"No rush. We've got plenty of tto plan something perfect," Carlos replied, a mysterious smile playing on his

lips.

Somehow, Mikayla had a gut feeling that the trip might not be just a simple honeymoon.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly as the car pulled into their villa's driveway.

Back in her room, Mikayla went through her evening routine before sitting in front of her computer. She reviewed

files and planned out tasks for the following day.

She noticed Maxius was online too, so they hopped on a call and discussed work for about half an hour.

While Mikayla efficiently used her tto work, Juliet stepped out of the Municipal Government.

Juliet had planned to have dinner with Brantley tonight, but the mayor had suddenly given Brantley surgent

documents to handle.

So, she had no choice but to order dinner for Brantley, repeatedly reminding him not to skip meals despite his

work. She wasn't fully at ease, so upon seeing the food delivery arrive downstairs, she sent him a quick text.

After leaving the Municipal

Government Juliet debated whether

to head hor hang out for a while. Spring had arrived, and even though it was already around 6 or 7 PM, the

sky was still bright. How could she let such a beautiful evening go to waste?

Settling into her BMW Mini and fastening her seatbelt, her phone rang.

"What's up?" It was her pesky little brother, Xavier.

"Hey Juliet, what are you up to?" Xavier's cheerful tone gave her instant goosebumps.

"Just left the Municipal Government. What do you need?" She put him on speaker and stepped on the gas.

"Chang out at Septem Nightclub! We can head htogether later," he offered.

Juliet checked her side mirrors before maneuvering her car out of the parking spot. "Didn't the old man

confiscate all your money? How do you afford Septem?"

"Never mind that. Are you driving? I'll text you the private room number," Xavier replied, hearing the roar of her

engine.

"Alright, send it over," she said, hanging up and steering her car towards Septem Nightclub.

Of course, she wasn't going there to have fun but to drag Xavier back home. He had been back for almost a

month and was constantly out and about. He'd likely need to return to the military base soon, so she e

wanted to get him hand spend

stwith their father. Though

she didn't always take things

seriously, she never skimped on her

duties as a daughter.

The drive was smooth, and within half an hour, Juliet was at the entrance of Septem Nightclub. She locked her

car, checked the private room number on her phone, and swung her keys as she confidently strolled inside.

Mumbling to herself, she wondered how her broke brother managed to book a private room on the seventh floor.

Someone must have been swindled by him.

On the seventh floor, Juliet found a handswaiter, showed him the message on her phone, and was swiftly

led to the room. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The door automatically closed behind her the moment she stepped inside. Without thinking much of it, Juliet

walked further into the room.

Themed in vibrant shades of red, the private room's fiery decor instantly contrasted with the figure of a man

dressed in all black-Elvis, with his legs crossed, leisurely sipping on a glass of Remy Martin.

A quick glance confirmed that, aside from him, the room was completely empty.

"Xavier invited you too?" Juliet approached him.

"Kashton calledover," Elvis replied coolly, barely glancing at her.

Kashton? Juliet felt a shiver run down her spine and quickly turned to leave. But the door wouldn't budge.

Of course, nothing good ever cfrom getting involved with Kashton. She couldn't believe her own brother

would sell her out.

She immediately dialed Xavier's

number. As soon as he picked up, he

rattled off a rapid explanation before

she

could get a word in. "Don't be

mad, Juliet! It wasn't my idea. Kashton threatened and bribed me. Besides, | don't think you and Brantley are a

good match anyway. If | had to choose, I'd pick Elvis for you too..."

He hung up before she could respond, and when she tried calling back, his phone was off. Again and again, the

call couldn't go through...

Juliet nearly smashed her phone in anger. 'If he likes Elvis so much, maybe he should marry him!" she thought.

Whenever she got her hands on that kid, she was definitely dumping him on Elvis's bed.