Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 710

Chapter 710: Chapter 711

On the other side of town.

Martin had just wrapped up his work and was about to dash off to keep a date when he ran smack into Fitch.

"Buddy, I need a solid," Fitch was waiting for him right outside his office, a look of sheer desperation on his face. "I’ve got this developer who’s being a real pain. We’ve been haggling over this contract forever, and my grandpa is running out of patience. If I don’t seal the deal today, I’m toast. Come with me, will you? Just pretend you’re part of my team."

Fitch hadn’t even finished his plea when Martin cut him off.

"Sorry, man. I’ve got plans with Serena today. Can’t bail on her."

"What, she didn’t give you enough grief yesterday? Now you want an encore?" Fitch gaped at him in disbelief. "Are you some kind of masochist? After the way she’s been acting up, you’re still indulging her?"

"That’s none of your business."

"Alright, alright," Fitch tried to reason with him. "You and she have got a lifetime to sort things out. But this contract is urgent. You know how my grandpa’s temperament."

"Today’s really not good," Martin said, stopping in his tracks to emphasize his point. "Serena’s been really down lately. I need to be there for her."

"What’s she got to be down about?" Fitch was at his wit’s end with that woman. "This contract is critical, man. You’ve done a ton of deals, you’ve got the chops. At least tell me what the other side is thinking. How to move this partnership forward? What concessions do I need to make?"

"Fitch," Martin said, his gaze soft yet resolute, leaving no room for argument. "Serena really needs me."

Fitch wanted to blurt out, "Aren’t you just her backup plan? How important could you be to her?" But not wanting to hurt his good friend, he simply suggested, "Can’t you reschedule with her for tomorrow?"

"It’s a sensitive time for her. I don’t want her jumping to conclusions."

Martin decided not to keep Fitch in the dark any longer and spilled the beans about Serena not being the true heiress of the Collins family.

Fitch’s jaw dropped in disbelief. "What are you telling me? She’s known for half a year she’s not the Collins family’s golden girl, and she’s still playing up in front of you?"

She should be grateful anyone wants her at all!

The status and standing of the Cooper family eclipsed her birth family’s by miles. And she’s got Martin: a handsome, promising, devoted guy who’s head over heels for her and treats her like a queen.

What’s there for her to be dissatisfied about?

"I’ll see what I can do about that developer. If I can get back early today, I’ll swing by and help you out," Martin offered.

"Hey, Martin, I wasn’t finished," Fitch muttered under his breath as he watched his friend walk away, frustration and concern mingling in his heart.

That guy, why did he have to be such a soft touch?

Meanwhile.

Florence had gone to her son Martin’s company, just missing him. No one knew when he’d be back as he’d left in a hurry, seemingly on some urgent business. So, she refrained from calling or texting him, fretting in silence instead.

After a half-hour wait, the office door finally swung open. Florence lifted her gaze, filled with anxious anticipation, and blurted out, "Martin!"

But it wasn’t her son who entered. It was her daughter—Diana.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" Diana burst through the door, her anger simmering, but upon seeing her mother, she toned it down a notch. "Are you looking for Martin?"

"Oh, you needed him for something?" Florence, taken aback, confessed, "The staff downstairs said he dashed out in a hurry. No clue when he’ll be back. What do you need him for?"

"Mom." Diana hesitated, biting her lip. She really couldn’t stand Serena. Just earlier, her bestie texted her, saying she bumped into Serena out shopping yesterday, flaunting Martin’s platinum card, splurging hundreds of thousands like it was nothing.

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