Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Starry was stunned for a moment. Then, she felt kind of moved.

Since divorcing Filip, she had been having dreams about those five years.

She didn't know why she had stubbornly thought that Filip was the person. But now that she thought about it, everything was like a dream, nothing was true, and of course, none of it was left.

But her five years at the Pearson residence were real, Frances was really picky about her, but she didn't make things difficult for Starry.

The thing between her and Filip was a deal. Neither of them was to be blamed.

So, after the thing was exposed, Starry's first thought was not Filip, but Frances.

Frances was picky, but she treated Starry as her granddaughter-in-law.

Seeing Frances just now, Starry decided to confess and apologized. She was very frank and sincere.

She sat there respectfully, ready to be scolded.

Frances did scold her, not because she lied to her, but because she divorced Filip.

Starry looked at Frances, who was eating pastries on the sofa opposite. "It was just a big dream."

This was not only for Frances, but also for herself.

Frances was eating pastries. When she heard Starry's words, she lost her appetite.

Martha had been restraining herself from laughing. But when she heard Starry's words, the smile on her face faded a lot.

Seeing Frances stop talking, Martha hurriedly handed her the tea.

Frances took a sip of tea. "Young girl, you are sober! Do you have to be so sober at such a young age? Even if Filip wanted to divorce, I'll help you, what are you worried about?" Frances was an old-school person who thought that getting married was a lifelong thing.

To this day, she still can't accept that Starry divorced Filip.

After having Starry as her granddaughter-in-law for five years, Frances couldn't accept any other girls now.

She was picky, and she cared about beauty. Young ladies from rich families that Martha told her these days were either not as good-looking as Starry, or not as sophisticated.

Anyway, she didn't like any of them. Looking back at Starry, apart from her family background, she was perfect.

Starry knew Frances had misunderstood. She didn't want to mention the past, but she didn't want to be misunderstood either. "Lady Frances, Filip and I had no feelings for either other." Frances had just eaten the rest of the pastries. Hearing that, she frowned and heard a different meaning. "You mean you don't like Filip?"

Starry lowered her eyebrows, and blinked, her eyelashes fluttering a little. "There are some misunderstandings."

Frances didn't believe that. She had seen how Starry treated Filip in those five years.

Even she felt sorry for Starry.

Frances snorted coldly, "Then you should divorce him."

Starry didn't answer.

Frances was furious this time, but she didn't say anything more. "Let's go, Martha."

Starry put the pastries in the box from inside the kitchen, "Aunt Martha, take some desserts."

Martha didn't dare to pick up. She glanced at Frances.

Frances didn't say yes or no.

But Martha knew Frances. So, she smiled and took it. "The driver is downstairs. You don't have to see us off."

"Okay."

Despite this, Starry sent them to the door and watched Frances get into the car.

Frances got into the car, leaned back in the back seat, and hummed angrily, "These two people are a good match!"

Martha sighed, "Young people are just like that."

Frances seemed to remember the past. She sighed. "I can't do anything! They don't listen to me."

Lucia waited for nearly two hours. Filip finally came down the stairs.

Filip stood all night. Although he slept for a few hours in the morning, his head still hurt. When he saw Lucia, his face directly cooled down. "What are you doing here?" Lucia froze. "I came to apologize for the things online..."

Filip had a headache, he sat down on the couch, raised his hand to rub his temples, and interrupted her. "Save it! I have warned you repeatedly yet you didn't listen. You didn't take me seriously, Ms. Scott." He then shouted, "Steward Morris, send Ms. Scott off."

Morris was preparing tea for Filip, when he heard this, he put down the teapot and immediately came out of the kitchen, "Mr. Pearson?"

"Send her off."

Filip repeated impatiently.

Lucia's face turned pale. "Filip, I didn't mean that, it was an accident..."

Filip was not a man of patience, Lucia made so many troubles, the friendship between the two was long gone, and he looked up at her coldly. "Get lost!"

Lucia was dumbfounded from hearing that.

Morris walked over. "Ms. Scott, Mr. Pearson is not feeling well today, so you better go back."

Lucia was about to cry. She looked at Filip, clutching her bag, biting her lip, and finally got up with red eyes, and left quickly.

Lucia had just run out of the gate of the Pearson residence when she bumped into Frances's car.

The driver did not expect someone to suddenly rush out. He hurriedly stepped on the brake.

Fortunately, the speed was not fast, and the car was parked in front of Lucia.

Lucia stood in front of the car, also frightened.

The driver glanced back at Martha and Frances. "It's Ms. Scott."

Martha frowned, "Lady?"

"Ignore her."

Frances didn't like Lucia, let alone after Lucia made so much mess.

So, the driver passed Lucia and drove into the villa.

The car slowly drove into the garage, and the gate of the villa slowly closed.

Lucia looked at the empty garden behind her in disbelief. Under the rain, she stood at the door of the Pearson residence. She had never been so embarrassed.