Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Among the Farrell family, except for Logan and Jared Farrell’s parents, she didn’t care about anyone looking for trouble. She didn’t even want to say an extra word. Whether the money for the Imperial Green was from her or Jared Farrell, she felt no need to explain to them. This time, she let it go for Logan’s sake, but next time, it wouldn’t be so easy.

“By the way, I’m planning to hold a banquet here in Ashbury to formally introduce you to everyone,” Logan said. “Previously in Ensford, no one knew you, and some people liked to find a sense of superiority. So I want everyone to know you are my Tina. Anyone who wants to trouble you will have to think twice.”

Logan then looked at Jared Farrell. “What do you think, young man?”

“I had the same thought.” Since Tina decided to come to Ensford, Jared Farrell had instructed Nathan Lehman to start preparing a banquet in Ashbury. He had pretended to be disabled for so many years; it was time for things to get back on track. Since Tina got engaged to him, many people mocked her for marrying a cripple. He could ignore such rumors, but he couldn’t let his girl suffer.

“Tina, what do you think?” Logan asked Tina again.

Tina furrowed her brows and remained silent for a moment before saying, “Let’s do as you wish, Grandpa.”

“Good! Then it’s settled,” Logan said and instructed Marie, “Arrange this matter in the next few days and get it done early.”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“I understand, Dad,” Marie replied.

Logan then spent some time showing Tina around the Farrell family estate. The style of the Farrell family was different from Whispering Pines; it was an estate resembling a courtyard with an ancient architectural style that had its unique charm.

They had lunch together before she and Jared Farrell returned to the Reed family estate. Hazel and others also returned to their respective quarters.

Vivienne was at her desk designing jewelry sketches, with discarded drafts scattered on the floor. Her cold face showed a hint of frustration. Just then, the door opened, and Clara walked in with a displeased expression.

Vivienne didn’t stop her work but glanced up at Clara and asked, “Mom, weren’t you going to see Jared’s fiancee? Why are you back so soon?”

“Don’t mention it! I’m so angry!” Clara threw her bag onto the sofa and gulped down some water.

“What happened?” Vivienne frowned as she looked at her nearly completed sketch. She had been drawing all day but felt something was missing. She wanted to design a unique piece of jewelry but couldn’t surpass Irene’s Ophelia’s Heart no matter how hard she tried. If she knew Irene personally, she would have asked for advice on creating such an astonishing piece.

“It’s your grandfather!” Clara fumed. “He’s so biased! He gave Jared Farrell three hundred million dollars for his fiancee to squander! What’s more infuriating is that Jared’s fiancee is from the Reed family. Even before they got engaged, your grandfather pampered him endlessly. Now that he’s engaged to a Reed family daughter, it’s another big boost for him.”

Clara continued angrily, “When he becomes powerful, how can your brother take over the company from him?”

Vivienne’s eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of sarcasm at the corners of her lips. That cripple thinks he can take over the company from Jared Farrell? He doesn’t even know his own limitations.

She gathered her thoughts and smiled slightly. “They’re just engaged; marriage is still far off. Why worry?”

“How can I not worry?” Clara exclaimed anxiously. “Can’t you see they are all eyeing the heir position? Especially Nathaniel; he’s trying every day to get into the company while your brother finally gets a chance from your grandfather but refuses to go!”

Just mentioning this made Clara feel her blood pressure rising.

Vivienne smirked without saying anything. She glanced at her failed sketch and crumpled it into a ball before tossing it away. She refused to believe she couldn’t create a better design than Irene.

“But fortunately, you’ve secured your position in the company’s design department,” Clara continued talking to herself. “If we can change his mind about the heir position, we still have a chance.”

Vivienne raised her eyes slightly. “Since Grandpa has already decided on Jared as the heir, do you think he’ll easily change his mind? Mom, stop worrying about these things.”

The whole family thought Jared Farrell was useless, but no one knew he wasn’t just not useless; his power could easily crush the Farrell family.

What was the point of overt competition? Who could compete with Grandpa’s favoritism towards Jared Farrell? They were just clowns!

“What are you worrying about?” Walter emerged from his room after spending all day inside and overheard Vivienne’s words as he came out for water.

“What else?” Clara stood up and poked his forehead twice. “You spend all day hiding in your room painting those useless pictures! Your grandfather wants you to train in the company but you refuse! Can your paintings bloom into flowers?”

“Mom! You’re being unfair!” Walter protested discontentedly. “Those aren’t useless pictures; they’re my treasures!”

“Treasures? If you keep treasuring those things, the Farrell family will become Jared Farrell’s domain! What will happen to us then?” Clara said angrily.

“If he wants to take over the company, let’s see if he has what it takes,” Walter said dismissively. “He’s just a cripple; do you really think he can elevate the Farrell family?”

When they were children, Jared Farrell excelled in everything from elementary school through high school and was once the pride of the Farrell family. But since college, he failed every subject and almost couldn’t graduate until their grandfather forced him into intensive study sessions just to barely pass his finals and get his diploma.

Later on, when their grandfather sent Jared Farrell into the company, he messed up several projects so badly that their grandfather had no choice but to keep him at home since then.

From that point on, Jared Farrell carried a label of being useless while Walter harbored deep resentment towards him!

So Walter didn’t care whether Jared took over or not; he was more concerned about Nathaniel and his brother.

He didn’t join the company deliberately so Nathaniel would lower his guard while secretly studying management alongside painting.

“You…” Clara wanted to say more but Walter waved her off dismissively.

“I’m busy; going back inside.” Before Clara could stop him again, he closed his door behind him.

Clara pointed at his door and complained to Vivienne, “He’s going to drive me crazy!”

Vivienne raised her eyes briefly before putting down her pen and standing up. “I have some things to do; don’t wait for me for lunch.”

With that said she grabbed her bag and left swiftly closing behind herself as an icy expression took over Vivienne’s face once outside.

She pulled out her phone dialing quickly “Why is he still alive?”

Whatever response came through wasn’t satisfactory because Vivienne coldly replied “I don’t want excuses; remember this time I want him dead! Don’t bring me another half-dead failure!”