The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 316 A One-Eighty

This was irrelevant to whether one was well to do or not. As long as there was time, everyone would gather i n front of the television.

The show would only start at eight. Before that, there was another program, the news broadcast.

The news just went on air when Julian switched the T V on.

Uninterested, Madam Shaw continued chatting with Luna after catching a glimpse of it. Everyone else continued with dinner with their eyes on the television, painting a rather harmonious scene.

"The chief has gone to the grassroots to pay a visit and convey his greetings to the frontline staff for the holiday. This is coming to you live."

"The holidays, according to our tradition, means to go home and spend it with your loved ones. There is, however, such a group of people who continue to guard their posts and are unable to reunite with their families. They're our heroic garrison at the border. Yesterday, Chief George Wright..."

Catching something on the news, Madam Shaw looked at the television in shock. "Luna, I think I heard your husband's name just now?"

"Mm, there are a lot of Canadians with this name,"

Luna glossed it over easily.

Madam Shaw kept her eyes on the television and it showed the Prime Minister with George not a while later. She turned to George abruptly.

The man coughed in slight awkwardness. "We... look quite alike? Maybe I have a common face.” 1

George, who was suited up in his military uniform, still looked quite different from the current George having dinner.

Madam Shaw merely hummed in doubt. After all, it was impossible that Susan's relative was the chief. She must be overthinking it. Just as Madam Shaw was turning back, there was another news story being broadcasted.

On the screen, Oliver’s upstanding face was plastered across it.

Madam Shaw took another abrupt glance at Oliver.

Oliver coughed. "Maybe... I have a common-looking face too?"

Yeah right, to hell with common-looking faces. Madam Shaw would be stupid if she had not noticed it by now.

She forced a smile. "Please, carry on. I'll excuse myself for a bit."

She went over and hauled Julian up.

"I'm not done yet..." Julian muttered, but he was dragged away by his mother.

Pulled to a corner, Madam Shaw spoke in a hushed tone, "Julian! What's going on! Why are both the father and son exactly the same as the two men on TV with their full names and faces!"

"Maybe it's really a coincidence?" Julian mused.

"Stop pretending!" Madam Shaw narrowed her eyes at him. "A coincidence like this? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Julian beamed. "If that's not a coincidence, then it can only be reality."

"What reality...” Madam Shaw felt a loud plonk when her heart dropped.

"Both of them are the ones on TV, duh," Julian said leisurely.

Madam Shaw felt like her legs were giving up on her." Wha - what?"

She could not help taking a glance at George. Noticing her gaze, the man returned her a smile but Madam Shaw shuddered in response. She pressed her voice lower, "What - what’s going on? Why didn't you remind me?"

"Mom, it’s so rare for you to have a good chat with someone. I shouldn’t dampen your mood," said Julian. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"You - you're making me embarrass myself on purpose." Madam Shaw glared at her son while the latter merely grinned.

Julian saw how Madam Shaw turned derisive when she was told them Luna and company were Susie's relatives. Rather than claiming that Madam Shaw looked down on Luna and the family, it was more like she despised Susie's background from the bottom of her heart.

Julian was intentional in letting his mother make the small blunder this time. Only then would she reflect o n her actions.

While Julian pondered, Madam Shaw looked delighted. "But Marshal Wright's actually Susan's relative? What in the world, Julian!"

One’s mindset determined one’s outlook. When Madam Shaw held the reins in Lanyard, it was still a moderate company. Therefore, someone like Marshal Wright held a lot of significance to her still.

"Can’t be clear on the details, but they're quite close to Susie," Julian supplied in reservation.

Susie had yet to acknowledge them as family officially. Julian would never do that on her behalf.

"I didn't know Susan had a background like this.” Madam Shaw's eyes twinkled a little, feeling like Susan was growing easier on her eyes now.

With relatives like Marshal Wright, Susan's background was not entirely useless. She was relatively worthy of Julian now. Julian raised his brow, about to say something, but Madam Shaw had hauled him back to sit down beside Luna.

Her attitude underwent a transformation.

"Madam Wright, I've failed to recognize your honor just now," Madam Shaw said with a chuckle. "Let me apologize to you."

"It's fine." Whatever Madam Shaw's attitude was, Luna remained unfazed.

Previously, Madam Shaw thought Luna was faking it. Now that she looked at her again, she thought that a marshal's wife was truly different. The dignified air that she carried was not something an ordinary person could emulate.

Madam Shaw continued chatting with Luna as if nothing happened just now.

Susan felt a little awkward, but the atmosphere was at least friendly now.

Dinner passed without any more hiccups.

Madam Shaw stayed the night. George and Oliver who were busy with work returned to Skyking City the next day while Madam Shaw moved in and found a partner in Luna for talks over the following days.

Her attitude toward Susan was much better too, considerably amiable and concerned with her wellbeing. In spite of it, Susan felt a little fazed when Madam Shaw was suddenly so nice to her. For whatever reason it was, however, Susan was still happy to be able to get along with the woman.

On this fated day, the family and their guests strolled i n the garden, mainly to keep Susan company, when a phone call came in.

Julian was puzzled when he took a look at the screen.

"Marshal Wright?" He picked up the call.

"Is anyone around you?" George sounded a little tired.

Julian blinked before replying naturally, "Hold on, it's a little noisy here."

He went to a quieter spot and said instantly, "Coast is clear now."

"I have a favor to ask." George sounded grim. "For the time being, don't let my wife and daughters see the news."