MASTER ODELL’S SECRET EX-WIFE - Season 2 Episode 21

“Damn it!” Emmanuel shot up and nearly charged at Sylvia. Nevertheless, Sylvia was completely unfazed. Dona grabbed him just in time and smiled placatingly. “Emmanuel, don’t be angry. It’s not worth getting angry with this girl. You have to think of your health.”

Then, she turned to Sylvia. “I’ll let you know who your marriage candidate is and you can think about it. You’d better make up your mind quickly. I don’t know how long Aunt Tonya can keep waiting for you.”

Sylvia stiffened.

Dona smiled wryly and turned to Emmanuel. “Let’s go, Emmanuel. Give her some time to think about it.”

Emmanuel’s expression softened considerably as he muttered, “Yeah, sure.” He shot another hostile look at Sylvia before walking out with Dona. His crew followed him out of the house as well.

The whole house suddenly descended into silence.

Sylvia bowed her head and grabbed her head with her hands. The same sense of despair she had felt when she was kicked out of Westchester City three years ago rushed back to her like a tsunami.

Her mind was in disarray, and she felt as if her skull was about to burst.

That was when her phone rang.

Dona had sent her a message.

The message contained the name and occupation of her marriage prospect. It read, “Michael Foster, main stakeholder in Flora Shoes.”

Sylvia formed a frown. She seemed to have heard this name and company somewhere before.

She forwarded the message to Sherry and asked her, “Hey, what do you know about this person?”

Sherry replied very quickly, “Yeah, isn’t this guy the brother of Ledger Corporation’s Bruce Ledger? He’s a pretty famous hooligan in Westchester and has been having the time of his life leeching off his family wealth. I think this Flora Shoes is a small company that Bruce set up for him.”

Sylvia felt a terrible shiver run across her body. She felt terribly cold and her face had become horribly pale.

She now remembered seeing Michael Ledger twice when she was playing with Tristan in her childhood days. She remembered him being a fierce-looking man but also a womanizer

wherever he went. The thought that her father would marry her off to this old man was sickening!

Sherry texted her again, “Sylvia, why are you asking about him?” She twirled her fingers on the phone display and began typing with trembling hands. “They kidnapped Aunt Tonya and now want me to marry him.” Furious, Sherry sent a voice message. She roared, “What is this sick joke?! Was it your dad and Dona?” Sylvia texted, “Yeah.”

Sherry ranted, “Absolutely unbelievable! Are they trying to ruin you by setting you up with him? He’s like fifty this year! He’s old, ugly, and loves to mess around with women. I heard he has several illegitimate children out there! What’s wrong with your father? How could he call himself your father?” Sylvia’s face was horridly pale. Even she had her doubts if she was her father’s biological daughter.

Nonetheless, this was not the time to dwell on these feelings; she had to rescue Aunt Tonya!

Sylvia asked Sherry, “Sherry, I need to know where Aunt Tonya was taken to. Can you help me find out what properties in Westchester are registered under the Rosses?”

They would not take Aunt Tonya back to the family house or the company headquarters. They must have hidden her somewhere she did not know of.

“Don’t worry, leave it to me. I’ll have someone look that up for you now.”

“Thank you, Sherry.” Sherry grumbled, “Don’t be so courteous with me. I’ve never been so formal with you back even when you helped me out.” Sylvia felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest and said, “Alright.” After wrapping up their conversation, she calmed down considerably. Emmanuel and Dona must have been in cahoots with Tristan’s parents to set up something like this.

The goal was to marry her off so that Tristan could marry Sonia instead.

It occurred to her that Emmanuel had already disowned her, and Dona had never been keen on her returning to the family either. There was no reason they would have suddenly become motivated to find a partner for her.

Everything led back to ‘Tara. Could she be pulling the strings underneath the surface again?