Good Novel
Chapter 242
Debre caught a glimpse of Hester hovering outside the door.
She had dressed up in a simple white dress that accentuated her youtfuineus. She was younger than Shelia, and her pure appearance was quate endearing She seemed to possess an allure that could captivate any man even more then Shelia had.
As fester entered the room, Shelia noticed her immedia.ely.
in terms of looks, Hester surpassed Shelia. In terms of demeanor, Hester exuded the aura of a refined lady. And in age, Hester was notably younger than Shelia.
At first sight, Shelia felt that Hester was trying to imitate her, but it was clear that Hester had gone beyond mere imitation.
"Juan, Mrs. Nichols," Hester greeted. Her entrance caused everyone to pause and wonder about her identity
Debra smiled and introduced her to everyone. "This is Hester from the Vargas family, now caring for Mrs. Nichols Sr."
Hester stood aside, smiling shyly. "Juan, your grandmother was worried you might drink too much, so she sent me to check on you and also to see the world, I will ride you and Mrs. Nichols home later." Her sweet voice caused Shelia's focus to shift from Debra.
She had never heard of Hester or the Vargas family. Yet Hester's appearance triggered a sense of crisis within her.
Shelie, whats wrong?" Leanna asked, noticing Shelia's darkening expression
Shelia shook her head, her voice tight, "Nothing."
Debra sat quietly by Juan's side, observing the scene unfold.
She didn't have the energy to deal with Shella or Hester.
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"According to your grandmother, you should drink less," Hester said, switching Juan's wine glass for a soft drink.
Debra watched silently, and so were the others.
It should be Debra handling this.
Yet Hester openly took matters into her own hands..
Juan's tone was cold as he addressed Hester. "Since my grandma. asked you to drive, you should wait outside."
Hester looked crestfallen. "It's a bit cold outside, so..."
"Well, you can just go home," Juan said flatly.
No one would dress up like this to drive.
The rims of her eyes turned red. Hester looked up at Debra, seeking her help.
Debra indifferently suggested, "It's getting late. Let's call it a night and head home.
She rose first, and the bosses followed suit, eager to leave the uncomfortable atmosphere.
"Well then, let's call it a night," they echoed.
Juan glanced at her, seeing no sign of displeasure on her face. He got
up, ignoring the stares around him, and led her out.
Debra frowned but said nothing due to the public occasion.