On the other end of the line, the person was so furious they hurled their phone across the room.
Matriarch Paige Murphy slammed her hand on the dining table with a thunderous bang, her jaw clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. “Rowan throws her a little celebration for her so-called accomplishment, and now she thinks she’s already some bigshot inventor?”
“She doesn’t even bother to answer my calls anymore?!”
That very morning, she’d received confirmation that Elissa was finally divorced from Frank.
That wretched girl had actually managed to fool her last time.
Seething with rage, Paige had wasted no time in contacting the Crest family, arranging for Elissa to meet their fourth son over lunch today—determined to marry her off as soon as possible.
But who could have predicted that not only did Elissa hang up on Butler Murphy, she even rejected Paige’s own call!
Where did she get that kind of nerve?
Butler Murphy was just as baffled by Elissa’s sudden rebellion. After a moment’s thought, he ventured, “Maybe the eldest young master is backing her up now, that’s why she—”
“Rowan? Supporting her?” Paige sneered, her voice dripping with scorn. “She’s divorced! Rowan tossed her aside before; do you really believe he’d care for a divorced woman now?”
Besides, all she wanted was to arrange a marriage for Elissa. It’s not like she was sending her to the gallows.
Butler Murphy hesitated. “Should I try calling her again—?”
“Don’t bother!” Paige’s eyes flashed coldly. “Find out where she is.”
As long as they could track Elissa down before noon, this marriage would be set in stone.
—
Elissa had just finished breakfast and changed her clothes when her phone rang. It was Jesse.

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