Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 197

The Yates family was a recent cautionary tale. The incident at their anniversary party had spread like wildfire. At first, it was just gossip within their circle, but then some journalist published an exaggerated article, and it blew up online.

This morning, the Yates family's stock had plummeted the moment the market opened.

“Stephanie is just too naive. She was tricked by Jonathan… He even swindled her out of Meridian Consortium…”

“Dad, you watched Stephanie grow up. Are you just going to stand by and watch her fall into the Vasquez family’s pit of fire? You know what they’re like…”

“Now that Jonathan has Meridian Consortium, Ironhold Investment Group will become even more powerful. Dad, I need to join Verdant Grove Capital. I will take back both Meridian Consortium and Stephanie! Once they’re divorced, I won’t be the other man anymore!”

Wilma, who had been silent, saw how obsessive her son was becoming and tried to reason with him. “There are plenty of other debutantes in Veridian. I can introduce you to someone prettier, from an even better family.”

Just then, a servant hovered nervously at the door, unsure whether to enter.

Seeing him lurking, Quennel snapped, a nameless rage bubbling inside him. “What are you hiding for!”

The servant held out a box. “When Mr. Vasquez was leaving, he asked me to give this to you. He said it was… a welcome gift for you.”

It was a men's tie. A taunt. Quennel snatched the box and hurled it, tie and all, out the front door.

“I don’t want any debutante! The only person I, Quennel, will ever want in this life is Stephanie!”

…

Meanwhile, Stephanie and Jonathan were in the car.

Stephanie suddenly turned to look seriously at the man beside her.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“You provoked Quennel on purpose back there, didn’t you?”

After Quennel's outburst at dinner, Ternence would probably never call and invite her to the Gonzalez home again.

In other words, she and Quennel were unlikely to cross paths there anymore.

Jonathan smiled, not denying it.

Stephanie’s tone was a mix of admiration and censure. “Jonathan, I’m just now realizing what a strategist you are.”

Jonathan chuckled. “No matter how strategic I am, aren’t I still completely wrapped around your little finger?”

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