Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 86

It just so happened that Teresa was also invited to the charity gala that night.

So, of course, Emmy walked into the ballroom on her mother’s arm, blending in with the crowd. The moment they stepped inside, the air buzzed with whispers about Mr. Nelson.

“Can you believe it? Mr. Nelson didn’t bring his wife again. They’ve been married for ages, but he’s never shown her off at a single event. He’s hiding her for sure.”

“Hiding her? Please. I heard the whole marriage is just for show—just something to shut his family up about getting married. He never really cared.”

“Right? I heard she hasn’t even been to the Nelson family estate. She’s probably just a contract wife. The Nelsons apparently gave them three years to have a grandson. If not, she’s out.”

Hearing all that, Emmy leaned closer to her mom and whispered, “Mom, doesn’t Mr. Nelson have an older brother? Why’s everyone so obsessed with him having a kid?”

Teresa lowered her voice, giving Emmy a look like, “How can you not know this?” She started spilling the family secrets she’d picked up.

“The oldest Nelson son had an accident years ago. He’s in a wheelchair now, and, well, you can imagine the rest. So, the family’s put all their hopes on the younger son.”

“They say he fought with his family for years, refusing to marry anyone from their circle, but then out of nowhere, he suddenly married some girl no one’s ever heard of.”

Teresa sighed, a little envy and curiosity in her voice. “I heard she’s just a college student with zero connections. Who knows if it’s luck or something else? But if she manages to have the first grandson in three years, she’ll end up running the house.”

Emmy nodded, pretending to care, but honestly, none of it mattered to her.

She’d heard Mr. Nelson was in the VIP lounge. Slipping her arm from her mom’s, she said, “Mom, I’m going to the restroom.”

Teresa looked worried. “Don’t wander off, okay? There are a lot of people here.”

“I know, Mom,” Emmy replied, already heading toward the lounge.

But when she reached the door, she stopped. Just thinking about Mr. Nelson’s intimidating vibe made her palms sweat.

While she hesitated, a waiter approached with a tray. “Miss, would you like some champagne?”

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