My Ex-Wife Remarried Me

Chapter 227: Changing Her Form Of Address 

Hence, he immediately opened the location, finally verifying his suspicions.

The GPS showed the hotel under Ronin Corporation which was located in the city's east.

And at that moment, the Emmanuels were hosting a birthday party there! This damned woman.

She wouldn't have gone there, would she? His face darkened and he ended the call before standing up to leave.

"Mr.Ronin? Are you going out?"

Kylo had coincidently come in with a document in hand.

Surprise was written all over his face when he saw his boss leaving.

Kane couldn't be bothered explaining to him though. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

He only pointed at the desk, motioning for Kylo to leave the document there.

Shrouded in a layer of frost, he grabbed his car keys and took large strides out of his office.

Kylo was slightly baffled.

What's going on? Why did he leave all of a sudden? And his vibe earlier gave me the chills.

Kylo shuddered a little before placing the document on the desk and exiting the office.

As soon as he came out, he found that the employees outside had powered on their computers and were watching the recently announced news on the Emmanuel family's birthday party, which was currently the talk of the town.

"Wow! The Emmanuels are really something.They even invited the media to their party."

"It's not that surprising.The Emmanuels are associated with Ronin Corporation anyway.Even Mr.Ronin Sr.is at the party, so of course it's big news.Just look, all the bigwigs are there."

One of the employees pointed out, hitting the nail right on the head.

The others echoed their agreements and continued watching the live broadcast.

Kylo took a glimpse at one of their computer screens and said, "Seriously? Our president isn't even there, so there's nothing worth reporting."

"True.Our president is the real deal.If he attended, he'd definitely be making the headlines every minute.Why is the media there anyway? What's there to report about?"

"Maybe they thought Mr.Ronin would be attending? Hahaha!"

Joyous laughter reverberated through the office.

Indeed, the attendance of the city's big figures at the Emmanuel family's party alone would not be enough to invite the media over for a live broadcast, even if Chris was there.

Oddly, after settling into their seats in the banquet hall, the guests found that the big LED screen was broadcasting the very party they were attending.

Matilda asked, "Who invited them? It's just a party.Why were the media invited?"

"I'm not sure.Maybe it was Uncle Chris? I mean, it's your birthday, so it's normal to get the media over," Philip answered.

Completely oblivious to the truth, the Emmanuels gave all the credit to Chris.

Since they assumed it to be Chris's doing, no one continued pursuing the matter.

Hence, after the party began, the hall was filled with lively chatter and joyous laughter; it was a vibrant scene.

Amora came back just then with her emotions already under control and went over to greet Chris.

Just as she expected, although Chris greeted her with his usual bright smile and waved her over to sit at his table, she noticed he did not ask Hallie, who was sitting beside him, to move aside.

Her fears had come true.

Thus, she endured the pain and sorrow in her heart.

"It's alright.I'll sit at Brandon's table."

"What? No, this won't do.Amora, come over and sit here, so that the two of you can have a good chat."

Hallie hurriedly stood up.

Amora couldn't deny that her acting skills were top-notch.

Even at a time like this, she could put on such a gentle and virtuous facade.

Amora forced a big-hearted smile onto her face as the Ronin and the Emmanuels at the main table showed displeasure.

"It's fine, sit.Take good care of Mr.Ronin.He cant eat many things at his current age, especially cold things as they can cause physical discomfort."

In response, Hallie feigned awkwardness.

Meanwhile, Chris's expression changed subtly and his body turned stiff.

He noticed that the child who had called him Chris all these years had changed her form of address to 'Mr.Ronin’.

Amora and Brandon walked away to sit at the table furthest away from the main table.

"Do you wanna go home, Amora?"

"What?"

Holding a fork with a dazed expression, she whipped her head up at his question.

Brandon became even more guilt-ridden just then.

He never thought that he would bring her so much pain today.

Seeing her pale complexion and vacant eyes, he felt as though his heart had been pierced by a thousand needles.

"I'm sorry, I never should've brought you here."

Brandon lowered his head, his handsome featured lined with regret.

Only then did Amora understand where this was coming from.

After recomposing herself, she forked up a large drumstick and placed it on his plate.

"It's okay.This was something I had to face eventually."

"But..."

Brandon was going to blame himself again, but glancing at the woman beside him, he decided to steer the topic away instead.

"Then, do you wanna...go rest for a bit?"

"Rest?"