My Wealthy Husband

Chapter 6 Extensive Experience

Ewan was holding Ella’s hand. Nova took a look at them, her face neutral, talking slowly.

“I give you three minutes to take her out of here.

“Ewan,” Ella tensed, clutching Ewan’s sleeve.

After a moment of hesitation, Ewan replied in a soft voice.

“Ella, wait outside for me, alright?”

Tears welled behind Ella’s eyes immediately. She pushed Ewan away, took a angry glance at Nova, ran out crying.

Ewan turned around to talk to Nova before chasing Ella.

“Just wait here, I’ll be right back.”

Numbly, Nova just watched him left. When Ewan was out of her vision, she took an elevator downstairs.

She drove all the way to the Night Club.

The night hadn’t fallen yet so the club was rather slack. The career wear she’s in drew some eyes to her the moment she stepped in the club. She caught a flamboyantly-dressed man flirting with two young girls at the bar. She then walked over to them, said to the girl with a smile while wrapping her arm around the man’s.

“Excuse me, he’s mine.”

In embarrassment, the girl took their glasses and left immediately. The man didn’t get mad, instead, he smiled teasingly, jesting.

“Miss Graham, you didn’t get married. Aren’t we supposed to celebrate your bachelorship?”

Johnny, the third son of the Collins, Nova’s confidant since childhood, was a playboy. Ewan wouldn’t have entered the picture if a romantic spark ever flared between her and Johnny.

The smile on Nova’s face faded. She took a sip of Johnny’s cup, said seriously.

“I need your help, Johnny.”

A frown replaced Johnny’s smile.

“What happened?

“I need you to set up a meeting for me with Jacob. It’s about Tian Haiwan.”

Pondering, Johnny rubbed his chin.

“Did the Chapman invite you to the party tomorrow night?”

Nova nodded as response.

“Rumor says Jacob and the Chapman are close. Maybe you will find him there tomorrow night, or, you could ask the Chapman for help.”

Nova was in doubt.

“Did you forget what happened between Ella and the Chapman? They are not going to go easy on me if I ask them for a favor.”

Johnny just sniffed.

“Ella? She’s merely a candidate, who probably is nothing to the Chapman. Otherwise, your dad wouldn’t be so at ease right now.”

That makes sense, Nova thought.

“Do you know what he looks like?”

“Nope,” Johnny answered, fiddling with the glass in his hand, “he keeps a low profile. The word is, though, he is a man of charm.”

Nova lowered her eyes. A man of charm? She never found any man attractive except for the one who stole her heart six years ago. Suddenly, a pair of brownish eyes, filled with affection and passion, flashed in her brain. Her heart palpitated, in a hurry, she lowered her heard to conceal her emotions.

“Jacob is tough to deal with, though. Even you do get to talk to him eventually; the chances are still slim that you will persuade him. But, there’s something you could try.”

“What is it?”

“Well,” Johnny said with a tricky smile, “get to him sleep with you. No matter how tough a man is, sex will always soften him.”

Nova poured a glass of icy black tea over his face before he finished his words.

Next day.

When Nova told Toby about her will to attend the Chapman’s party, Toby was surprised. The Chapman invited a lot of young elites to the party, providing a great chance to Nova to get acquainted with some young men of high social status. Toby wanted to ask her to attend the party but didn’t know how to tell her due to the tension between them recently. Thus, he consented immediately when Nova asked.

“Ewan and Ella are going too, I’ll let the chauffeur take you...”

He saw Nova’s cold face before finishing his words. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Dad,” she spat out word by word, “you don’t really think that we can still get along with each other, do you?”

Toby averted his eyes, said in a low voice.

“At the end of the day, you’re still family.”

“The only reason I can be sitting here talking to you,” Nova stood up, her voice cold as ice, “is that you’re my father.”

She’s implying that she and Toby would no longer be father and daughter if he kept pushing her. Toby dared not risk over this, she couldn’t be more certain about it. Without her, the Graham Group would for sure collapse. Toby loved the company more than he did his wife and daughters. Guess that is love, pathetic.

Toby tensed, and then once again he said in a low voice.

“So I’ll let the chauffeur take you to the party first.”

“Gesture is appreciated. But no.” she said plainly. “Johnny will give me a drive.”

“Sure,” Toby nodded, “Johnny is a trustworthy kid.”

The party began. Chatters and laughter resonated through the lobby, decently-dressed men and women roamed around. Anyone who claimed that they didn’t know the Chapman must be a foreigner. The Chapman, virtually, was king of Y City. Politicians, businessmen, and even military wouldn’t defy them easily. But what really intrigued people to come to the party were two young Chapman boys and a

Chapman girl who just reached the age of marriage. No one would want to miss the opportunity to change their life. Maybe it would be better describing the event as a blind date rather than a party.

Sitting at a corner, Nova whispered to the man next to her while she shook the glass of wine in her hand.

“Is he here?”

Frowning, Johnny shook his head. He put on a suit for the party today, making him seem more serious than usual. Still, he sparkled, pulling girls’ eyes on him like a magnet.

“I’m afraid not. Based on my extensive experience, I think he’s not here.”

Nova was speechless. He might as well just say he’s a expert detective.

“Mrs,” the voice of a child threw both of them away, “your boobies are about to pop out.”

Following the voice, they saw a woman in a bustier dress, beneath which her breasts were straining at the leash to see the outside world. Standing in front of her was a boy of about seven years old, who had just given the lady a “warm” notice.

Amused, Johnny burst into laughter.

Nova suppressed her laughter. But still, there’s a hint of smile on her face.

The girl was so embarrassed, she yelled.

“What a rude kid! Where are your parents?”

“Mrs,” the boy said innocently, “Dad once taught me, a woman’s boobies are like a man’s pee-pee, you don’t show them to just anybody.”

Nova was shocked. That was, well, in a sense, excellent education.

The girl’s face turned really red as the crowd got larger. Fury, mixed with embarrassment, surged through her.

“You stupid kid! What in the hell are you talking about? How dare you call me Mrs., I’m only twenty one.”

The kid frowned and said after a moment of thoughts.

“So...Miss?”

The girl was soothed a little. However, the boy then talked to himself.

”Did dad lie to me? He said that the more makeup a woman puts on, the less confidant she is about her own appearance. This Mrs doesn’t seem to be inconfident at all.”

Nova finally laughed. The kid’s cute, she thought.

She looked at the clock, and then decided to take a closer look.