Chapter 384: Christine Vicious Plan
Chapter 384: Christine Vicious Plan
Amos’s birthday party was in the bustling center, sitting in a resplendent palace. The palace was also a symbol of the Davis’ wealth and power, magnificent and luxurious.
It had white Phnom Penh walls in the Gothic architectural style.
After the accident of The Old Davis, he transferred all the power in his hands to him. It was conceivable that this position had offended too many people. Amos was wary of being poisoned when he drank even a glass of water, not to mention being kidnapped.
Eric explained to Crystal with a smile, “After Amos got to the top, not only could no one see him, but no one could get close to him for half a meter.”
“Not even Nathan?”
“Sure.” Eric picked up the comb from the table. “Isn’t it sad that he has no one to trust, including his wife?”
Crystal looked at herself in the makeup mirror. “Yes, that’s too pathetic.”
“Nathan won’t make a rash act about it.”
“Why?”
“Amos had one thing better than the Old Davis: he was on good terms with the other families. When Nathan makes a move, he unites his family to take Nathan down.”
Crystal's back stiffened. Amos was so defensive that he was ready to go. No wonder, then, that Nathan was kept down by Amos.
“Honey, you look so different today.”
Crystal was stuck. Did he see it? She tried to cover up the hickeys, and she tried to act as usual.
“You are quieter than usual.” Eric smiled and combed her hair.
In the past, she would never let him into her dressing room. She would be eager to get him out of the room with him, not to mention allow him to comb her hair and touch her.
Crystal's eyes sank, her eyes full of guilt. She thought she’d wake up in a mess, but Eric looked the same as usual.
Nathan didn’t show him the video? Or was Eric faking it too well?
No man was comfortable with the idea of his wife cheating on him. If he had known the truth, his spirits would have been burned by anger, and he could not have pretended to be calm.
If Eric was faking it, it just proved that he was too strong inside.
There were warm yellow lights around the floor makeup mirror. Crystal was wearing an orange lace dress in the mirror, with Eric in a white suit behind her.
Two people reflected in the mirror as if a cover painting.
Eric combed her long hair.
Crystal seemed to see his figure overlap with Nathan’s in a trance.
Her heart ached, and her eyes darkened.
To be honest, Eric was not bad, and he was like Nathan in some ways.
It was just that she met Nathan first, so there was no room for anyone else.
Eric pinned her bowler hat on her head, glanced at his wristwatch, and said, “Honey, it’s almost time. Let’s go.”
Crystal was led to her feet by him. Today, she purposely made the makeup artist put on a lot of makeup, barely covering her dark circles.
As they approached the banquet hall, Crystal looked around for Amos, for her. She didn’t know anyone else, and she wasn’t interested in them.
Eric took her by the hand and explained patiently as he walked. “This is a dinner party with famous families and collateral relatives.”
Crystal had no idea that there would be so many people at this family dinner, and the banquet hall was overflowing with people.
Christine Laurent leaned against the white European-carved railings on the second floor and looked down to see Crystal.
Christine squinted slightly. She was surprised to hear that Eric and his new wife had come yesterday to Amos’s birthday party.
Amos’s birthday party used to be small, and he only invited his family.
Actually, Eric was not qualified to attend at all, but it was said that Amos invites Eric every year, and he didn’t come once.
This year, he came unexpectedly.
Did he want to show off with Mrs. Bush? Christine smiled and stared at Crystal downstairs. Does Eric really mean to send the prey to her?
A bodyguard came and leaned over her ear and whispered, “Miss, I had arranged according to your instructions before the banquet began.”
Christine gave a flickering smile as if to say that tonight was Crystal's death.
Instead of Amos, Crystal saw Christine on the second floor.
Her face suddenly changed.
Christine greeted Crystal by raising her goblet across the air and slowly lifting it to her mouth to drink, looking relaxed and comfortable. Crystal had a foreboding when she saw her cheerful appearance.
She guessed that Christine wouldn’t do anything outrageous at Amos’s party.
Eric looked up at Christine, too, and whispered in Crystal's ear. “What’s wrong? Mad at her?”
“Nothing.”
“Next time, I’ll catch her and give her a piece of my mind.”
Crystal looked at him in surprise.
Eric smiled playfully and said, “I’ll teach anyone a lesson you hate.”
“But I shall leave her to her wretched breath. Let’s not make a scene.” Eric laughed and said, “I guess your kind personality won’t allow me to hit her hard.”
Crystal squeezed her juice glass. “You know me well?” she asked.
“Better than you know yourself... Maybe a little less.”
“Self-righteous.”
“Do you want to hit her?”
“Sure.” “Crystal said maliciously.” If anything happened, you would take it.”
“Good.” Eric squinted slightly. “Your mess, of course, is your husband’s.”
For some reason, Crystal decided at that moment that he didn’t seem to bore her so much!
At least Nathan knew she hated Christine but never took her side.
She fled to Kuerto partly because of Christine, of course.
Crystal's mood was darker and lonelier. But luckily, she didn’t see Nathan and Mabel.
“Why are you unhappy again?” Eric took care of her emotions. “Are you hungry?”
Crystal recovered her senses.
“You got up so early in the morning and haven’t eaten. You look listless.” Eric snapped his fingers and asked the waiter to take the food. He made a special note not to take the food for pregnant women.
Crystal may have screwed up last night. The nicer he was to her, the more guilty she became.
Soon the servant came with food. Eric took it over and fed her himself.
Crystal turned her face. She was hungry but not in the mood to eat. “Honey, I know you’re hungry.”
“But I have no appetite.”
“You can’t starve our baby.” Eric smiled, but his voice was soft, and he looked like a nice guy.
Crystal sighed softly and asked, “How is your wound?”
Eric froze slightly. Did he hear correctly? Was she worried about him?
“Did you ask a servant to wipe your medicine last night? “Crystal asked in guilt.
Eric became quite happy because Crystal took the initiative to care for him.
