My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2825 - 2835: Greeting the Past

The scene strongly suggested a man overcome by jealousy.

However, it was widely known that Ms. Joanna was already married.

Her husband, it turned out, was none other than the esteemed Mr. Ashton, the current President of the Heath Group, Ashton Heath.

Ashton Heath and Frank Parker had shared a longstanding friendship, spanning many years.

The intricate web of relationships here was undeniably complex.

It was no wonder whispers of Frank and Ms. Joanna engaging in extramarital affairs had circulated.

Nevertheless, from an observer's standpoint, Ms. Joanna appeared to harbor no romantic interest in Frank Parker.

But Frank...

Ever since Ripple Pavilion first opened its doors, he had conspicuously failed to make an appearance.

Today marked his inaugural visit, and coincidentally, Joanna was also present.

Even if their meeting was purely accidental, their history of rumors would inevitably lead others to believe he had come specifically for Joanna.

Why couldn't he have chosen another time to visit?

Why today of all days?

After a period of time passed...

"Are they still engaged in their card game?" Frank Parker inquired, straightening his posture. His elegant, slender fingers meticulously fastened his buttons, signaling his intention to depart.

A waiter, hastily abandoning his prior preoccupation with gossip, responded with marked respect, "They were still playing cards when I last checked, and I presume they continue to do so."

Frank Parker rose to his feet, completing the arrangement of his attire. He adjusted his collar before exiting, stating, "In that case, I shall go offer my greetings. If she learns I was here and I made no effort to see her, she might assume I hold some grievance against her."

It remained unclear to whom precisely he directed these words.

His statement seemed to serve as a self-justification.

Yet, considering Mr. Parker's prominent status, why would he feel the need to explain his actions to anyone?

He had never felt compelled to offer explanations to others previously.

Furthermore, the private room contained only the waiters and his own retinue.

Truly, there was no one present to whom he owed an explanation.

Consequently, from the waiter's perspective, Frank's behavior appeared more like an elaborate excuse concocted for himself.

As he spoke, Frank Parker had already exited the private room.

The waiter, observing his departure, couldn't help but let out a silent sigh. Ms. Joanna's allure was indeed potent, seemingly captivating even a man of Frank Parker's caliber.

Despite knowing she was already married,

he persisted in his thoughts of her.

Nevertheless, Ms. Joanna was undeniably a woman of exceptional beauty, possessing an appearance that deeply resonated with men. Having caught a mere glimpse, the waiter's own heart had begun to race.

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Having concluded her business in the restroom, Joanna prepared to rejoin the others in the private room.

The moment she stepped out, a man, clearly intoxicated, stumbled towards her.

Even before he reached her, a strong, acrid scent of alcohol permeated the air.

Joanna furrowed her brow and moved aside to let him pass.

The inebriated man was now directly beside her.

The offensive odor intensified, prompting Joanna to cover her nose. She quickened her pace, eager to put distance between herself and the drunken individual.

Unexpectedly, the man lunged, grabbing her arm. A grin spread across his face as he leaned in close, slurring, "What a stunning woman! Are you new to Ripple Pavilion? I don't recall seeing you before."

Joanna recoiled in alarm.

"Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else. Please let go; I am not an employee of Ripple Pavilion." She forcefully pulled away from the drunken man, determined to avoid any further interaction and hastily moved onward.

"Hehehe, don't run off, beautiful. Fate has brought us together. Even if you don't work for Ripple Pavilion, we can still become friends, can't we?" The drunkard's eyes widened upon taking in Joanna's breathtaking visage. Seeing her attempt to leave, he immediately staggered in pursuit.