Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 481

“It’s fine, Miss Jones.” Old Mr. Johnson said neutrally before continuing, “We’ve just started as well. You are welcome to join us.”

Marina raised her hand and gestured for the waiter to bring her a new set of cutlery.

She casually picked up a napkin and slowly spread it out in front of her before saying, “I heard that you were hospitalized not too long ago but now it seems that you’ve recovered pretty well.”

When Old Mr. Johnson heard this, a dark glint flashed across his turbid eyes.

In order to avoid unnecessary suspicion and prevent the other employees of the company from causing trouble, Old Mr. Johnson made sure that the news that he had been hospitalized had not been spread.

Nobody else knew about it besides his own family members and Old Mr. Shain.

However, Marina seemed to know about it clearly. Not only that, she undoubtedly announced it in front of everyone so that she could flaunt how powerful she was.

“The Johnson family has dominated Seaxas for so many years and of course, your contributions are indispensable. However, now that you’re getting old, it’s inevitable that you’re not as powerful as you’d like to be. So why don’t you just step down early? I bet everyone else will praise you for having great foresight.”

nonchalant but her words were as sharp and cold

mixed with gloating smiles as

family had dominated Seaxas for many years. They were like

else could catch up to them, many others yearned to

that one day, the Johnson family would fall from their position and lose

words undoubtedly pointed out the unrealistic thoughts that many

arm on the table. Her slender fingers caressed the silver knife as her red lips curled into a perfect smile. There was an imperceptible coldness in

richest is nothing more than a title. Although

family or the Cruise family tomorrow,

then what she just said straightforwardly told everyone that it was time for the richest family in

hand and gently moved it

of the knife shone coldly

this was far inferior to

everyone referred to Marina Jones as an ‘old hag. This woman

Johnson, who was sitting not far away, was

her wrist in the next