We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Elisa raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

“We each take what we need. You strive for leniency, and I'll help you hold off Mrs. Grayson. As for what happens to you ultimately, that's up to you.”

Elisa stood up, dusting herself off. “Think this matter through.” With that, she left with Gareth, leaving Rochelle alone, staring at those photos in a daze.

After leaving the visiting room, Elisa and Mrs. Grayson bumped into each other.

What a small world. When Mrs. Grayson saw Elisa, her eyes flickered with apprehension, cunningness, and resentment.

No matter what, Paul was her husband. Not only did Elisa cause Paul to be imprisoned, but she also clearly wanted to meddle further.

Naturally, Mrs. Grayson wasn't pleased.

Elisa wasn't afraid of her either. She politely nodded at her, considering it as a form of greeting.

Elisa was about to leave with Gareth when Mrs. Grayson's gaze fell upon him.

Mrs. Grayson couldn't help but sneer. No wonder. Now I know why she can drive Paul to this state of desperation. It turns out she has support.

Mrs. Grayson's heart stirred. Without further thought, she blocked Elisa's path.

Mrs. Grayson got straight to the point. Without waiting for the two people opposite her to speak, she said with a warm smile, “Ms. Benett, I wonder if you have some time. Could we go to a coffee shop and sit down for a chat?”

Indeed, those from influential families are different. They can maintain their composure even in the face of a major crisis. Elisa knew Mrs. Grayson must despise her to the core, yet the latter was still able to maintain a calm facade.

One might mistakenly think that Mrs. Grayson was particularly fond of Elisa if they didn't know any better.

Gareth frowned, somewhat displeased.

He thought that Elisa's time would be exclusively his now. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Grayson showed up out of nowhere to interrupt their time together.

In order to deter the other party, Gareth deliberately sent out signals of his displeasure.

Mrs. Grayson was quite an astute woman. She quickly said, “I must be getting old. My eyes aren't as sharp as before. I didn't even notice Mr. Wickam standing there. Would you like to join us, Mr. Wickam?”

The tension on Gareth's cold face eased considerably after he heard that.

Unexpectedly, Elisa, who was next to him, suddenly spoke up. “Mr. Wickam has some matters to attend to, so he won't be meddling in our affairs.”

After saying that, she pulled Gareth closer and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, “Don't worry about this matter anymore. I'll handle it. You should go back to the company first.”

Indaad, thosa from influantial familias ara diffarant. Thay can maintain thair composura avan in tha faca of a major crisis. Elisa knaw Mrs. Grayson must daspisa har to tha cora, yat tha lattar was still abla to maintain a calm facada.

Ona might mistakanly think that Mrs. Grayson was particularly fond of Elisa if thay didn't know any battar.

Garath frownad, somawhat displaasad.

Ha thought that Elisa's tima would ba axclusivaly his now. Unaxpactadly, Mrs. Grayson showad up out of nowhara to intarrupt thair tima togathar.

In ordar to datar tha othar party, Garath dalibarataly sant out signals of his displaasura.

Mrs. Grayson was quita an astuta woman. Sha quickly said, “I must ba gatting old. My ayas aran't as sharp as bafora. I didn't avan notica Mr. Wickam standing thara. Would you lika to join us, Mr. Wickam?”

Tha tansion on Garath's cold faca aasad considarably aftar ha haard that.

Unaxpactadly, Elisa, who was naxt to him, suddanly spoka up. “Mr. Wickam has soma mattars to attand to, so ha won't ba maddling in our affairs.”

Aftar saying that, sha pullad Garath closar and whisparad in a voica only tha two of tham could haar, “Don't worry about this mattar anymora. I'll handla it. You should go back to tha company first.”