Chapter 172 Rich Hot And Infertile Husband (Or Maybe Not)

• But the old lady believed that this birthday banquet was an opportunity for Celeste to make a name for herself in the circle. If she had any ambition to become the head of the Reed family, she would definitely seize this opportunity. The old lady guessed the outcome, but not the process. The reason Celeste made this choice was not that she had great ambitions, but that she already had no chance of getting along with Skyler. Celeste had stolen Skyler’s thunder at the jewelry exhibition, fired her people afterward, and then quarreled with her on the phone.
• The two of them were only maintaining a superficial peace now. Even if Celeste really let Skyler take charge of the birthday banquet, Skyler might not appreciate it. Since she had already offended people, she might as well seize the opportunities she could, such as the money from this birthday banquet. Ten years ago, the cash gift had already reached nine figures. Surely, the amount of money ten years later wouldn’t be less than that of ten years ago, right? As Celeste came out of the kitchen with the fruit, she bumped into Wesley. Wesley leaned against the wall, an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and lazily squinted his eyes.
• As soon as Celeste saw him, her attitude turned cold, and then she turned to walk towards the living room. Wesley put the cigarette behind his ear, rushed in front of her, took a strawberry from the plate, and said, “Celeste, long time no see. Why are you so cold to me?” Celeste looked at him coldly and said, “Get out of my way.” Wesley glanced at the plate in her hand, suddenly reached out to hold one side, his fingers brushing against Celeste’s, and said with a smile, “I’ll help you with these fruits.” Celeste avoided his touch and said solemnly, “Wesley, you really can’t change your trouble–making nature, can you? You’re not satisfied with messing around outside, and now you’re trying to mess with me. Have you gone crazy?” Wesley laughed, “Celeste, you got it wrong. Weren’t you the one who started it? I spent the night of your wedding with you. Aren’t you being a little too ruthless to me?” Celeste glared at him darkly, “Wesley, if you have the guts, say that to Liam. Guess how he’ll treat you?” Wesley didn’t care, “Even if I told him, so what? I’m still the victim in this matter.”