She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 640: A Trap Set by Miss Walsh

Her mobile phone suddenly rang, displaying an unfamiliar number.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Kate answered the call.

Beep-beep-beep...

On the other end of the phone, there was a voice, unfamiliar and somewhat hoarse, unmistakably a woman's voice.

She sounded young, around twenty-five or twenty-six.

"Hello?"

"Is this Miss Zamora? Hello, I'm Amelia Walsh, Master Glenn's fiancee. I'd like to invite you for a coffee, are you available?"

Without realizing it, the book in her hand fell to the ground. When the word "fiancee" entered her ears, Kate's heartstrings tightened, and her mind went blank.

Is it finally happening?

She didn't answer for a while, and Miss Walsh's voice continued to call out on the other end of the phone, "Hello, Miss Zamora. Can you hear me? Please say something..."

Kate's hand tightened around the phone, and her palm was sweating nervously.

After a few unnoticeable deep breaths, she managed to calm herself down, and replied calmly, "I heard you. Where should we meet?"

"Eight o'clock tonight, Club Tonight."

"Okay."

"I'm really looking forward to meeting you, Miss Zamora. I'll be waiting for you."

After saying that, Miss Walsh hung up. Kate still sat in her chair holding her phone, lost in thought. From their brief conversation just now, she didn't detect any hint of emotion or anger in Miss Walsh's tone. Maybe her mindset was just too strong, which allowed her to invite the "other woman" to meet her with such a warm voice.

As soon as Kate hung up with Miss Walsh, her assistant called.

As she answered the call, her agent Jayla's loud and booming voice came through the phone, almost shattering her eardrums.

"Kate, something big has happened! Do you know?"

Kate's face showed exasperation as she held the phone away, her elegant features creasing, as she reached to her ear with her other hand.

"Jayla, I already know. There's no need to be so worked up."

But in response, Jayla's voice became even more agitated. Even through the phone, Kate could hear the accelerated beating of her heart. "What! You already know?"

"Oh my goodness, Kate, don't get worked up."

"Listen to me, pack your bags and go on a trip abroad immediately!"

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After all, Kate was only playing the role of the female protagonist in her teenage years; it wasn't that important.

"Um..."

Kate was at a loss, even more befuddled by Jayla's proposal. "Jayla, it seems like you're the one who looks more worked up now."

On the other end of the phone, Jayla's eyes were full of doubt as she stared at her reflection in the glass door, and her emotions quieted down at that moment.

"Is that so? By the way, Kate, you should quickly ask Master Glenn about how his PR team is handling it. Is this so-called fiancee of his real? Is there a possibility..." After saying the second half of the sentence, Jayla also felt that she was being far-fetched.

Kate was a very good person, but for those in the entertainment industry, love was just an illusion. In the end, it all came down to each other's background and power. Even if Kate had worked hard for another ten or eight years and had become a duafaward-winning actress, reaching the top of the domestic

female stars, what did it matter? She still couldn't compare to those wealthy aristocrats with billions of assets. Their success spanned generations. What right did she have to compete with them? en.s.net

Master Glenn was unlikely to give up on Amelia Walsh for Kate. And Kate was well aware of this. When she decided to have an affair with

Master Glenn, she already knew

what consequences awaited her - a

downfall in her reputation.

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But it was alright. She could give up being a celebrity. She could always go back to her old profession as an accountant, which wasn't too bad. "Jayla, it's okay. Miss Walsh asked me to meet her today."

"What?"

"Kate, listen to me. You can't go. It's probably a trap."

These wealthy young women were notoriously hot-tempered. Instead of a simple meeting, it felt more like an interrogation. Given Kate's gentle and innocent nature, what might have happened if she had been mistreated? en.s.net

Despite her attempts to advise, Kate firmly stated the outcome, "Jayla, it was too late. I had already agreed."

"Kate, listen to me. You really can't go. And if you do, you can't go alone. Tell me the address; I'll bring the samurai sword my dad has been collecting for years, and I'll accompany you."

A samurai sword?

Kate was feeling a bit down, but when Jayla mentioned that, she burst out laughing.

"Alright, Jayla. I'll be careful myself. That's it, don't worry."

"Give me the address..."

Beep beep beep...

The call ended.

Jayla didn't manage to ask where they were meeting.

Oh no, was Kate really preparing to face the challenges of Glenn's fiancee all by herself?

The more Jayla thought about it, the more scared Jayla became. She clenched her teeth and opened her phone's contacts, finding the number of Master Glenn's assistant.

In the vast conference room, the atmosphere was suffocating.

Everyone instinctively lowered their heads even further, feeling the gaze from the head of the table chilling their bodies more than the autumn wind blowing outside the window.

A handsome man sat in the leather swivel chair at the head, his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular and well-defined arms.

The palm of his hand resting on the table showcased prominent veins, exposing the current emotions of its owner.

A bone-chilling voice reverberated throughout the conference room, crisp and authoritative, suppressing everyone's inclination to lift their heads or even breathe.

No one dared to make the slightest mistake.

"How can you all have the audacity to sit here and wait for your year-end bonuses? Look at this, our company's profits have dropped by one percentage point since the first quarter!" Those seated below couldn't help but let out a dissatisfied hum. Just one percentage point? Was it really necessary to criticize them for it in a meeting?