The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Isn’t Mr. Lynch Nathaniel Sloan? Puzzled, but Says Nothing.

Nathaniel Sloan collected his thoughts and asked again, "Should I arrange it?"

To his surprise, Estelle Lockwood shook her head. "All the seats must be arranged by now. Adding someone at the last minute would put Mr. Lynch in a difficult position."

A lump formed in Nathaniel Sloan’s throat. He suddenly remembered that while he had figured out his pen pal of five years, "Estelle Kendrick," was actually Estelle Lockwood, she still didn’t seem to know that *he* was Mr. Lynch.

Nathaniel Sloan suppressed the smile in his eyes. "It seems Mrs. Sloan cares a great deal about this Mr. Lynch."

Estelle Lockwood suddenly raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over to him, full of meaning. "What’s this, Mr. Sloan? Are you jealous?"

Nathaniel Sloan nodded, admitting it freely. "And if I am, what does Mrs. Sloan plan to do about it?"

Estelle Lockwood’s eyes narrowed. Thinking of Noelle Lockwood, of Thea York, of all the women fluttering around him, she couldn’t help but nod. ’Nathaniel Sloan really has a way with the ladies.’

’Especially since every single one of those "blossoms" wants to harm her children.’

So, she smoothed back her hair, rose, and slowly walked upstairs. Her red lips parted slightly. "Oh? In that case, you can just stay jealous."

A faint smile touched Nathaniel Sloan’s lips.

He made a call to Luke White. Luke understood immediately and arranged for the most luxurious private bidding room at the auction house.

...

The next day, Estelle Lockwood woke up early. When she went downstairs, she saw Luke White already waiting in the living room and greeted him.

Seeing her, Luke wanted to say that the auction seats had already been arranged.

But before he could open his mouth, he saw Estelle, a smile on her face, excitedly run out the door.

Luke: "...?" ’Isn’t Mrs. Sloan very concerned about the auction? She didn’t even ask about it?’

’I was going to tell her that since it’s our own auction, she doesn’t need to go through outside channels. We can arrange it directly.’

...

Estelle Lockwood took a taxi to Celestine Pavilion, a high-end private restaurant, arriving at the agreed-upon time.

From a distance, she saw a middle-aged man with the air of a sagacious immortal standing at the entrance of Celestine Pavilion.

Estelle Lockwood called out in pleasant surprise, "Uncle Kendrick! Have you been waiting long?"

This was Enzo Kendrick, the younger brother of the elder Uncle Kendrick. He had grown up in a Daoist monastery and only returned to the Kendrick Family for holidays, so Estelle was truly happy that he had come to Crestfall.

Enzo Kendrick wore a Zhongshan suit, and as he stood there, he exuded an aura of standing apart from the mortal world.

Hearing Estelle’s words, Enzo Kendrick waved his hand dismissively. "Not at all. I just got here myself. Come on, I’ve already booked a table."

Estelle was delighted and walked up to him. "Okay, Uncle. By the way, I haven’t gotten the invitation for the auction yet. I’ll ask around again and let you know when I hear something."

Enzo Kendrick was surprised. "Hmm? You still need an invitation?"

Estelle thought Enzo was suggesting she could use her five-year pen pal friendship with Mr. Lynch to attend the auction.

So she shook her head. "If I just show up unannounced like that, I’m afraid it would cause trouble for Mr. Lynch. Better not. I’ll ask someone else."

Enzo Kendrick: "...?"

’What she said makes a lot of sense, but isn’t Mr. Lynch your husband? You can’t even go to an auction hosted by your own husband?’

’Confused, perplexed, but respectful.’

Just as Enzo Kendrick was about to speak, a commotion erupted at the entrance of Celestine Pavilion. A shrill female voice shrieked, "What do you mean I can’t come in? Are you looking down on me?!"

The noise drew Enzo Kendrick’s attention. Estelle thought the voice sounded a bit familiar and raised an eyebrow, looking over.

Rose Lowell stood on the stone steps of the entrance, hands on her hips. Behind her stood several people with sharp, shrew-like faces and sinister eyes—relatives from the Lowell Family.

In front of their group, two attendants firmly guarded the main door.

An attendant said, neither servile nor overbearing, "I’m very sorry, but Celestine Pavilion requires a reservation."

The Lowell Family relatives behind Rose Lowell were displeased. "Do you have any idea who our Rose is? It’s an honor for you that she’s even here. And you’re saying she needs a reservation?"

"Exactly! Our Rose is a VIP! Get out of the way if you know what’s good for you!"

The attendant maintained his smile but didn’t budge an inch. "I apologize, but those are the rules. If the lady wishes to visit, she may make a reservation in advance."

A few relatives started clamoring, "Rose, isn’t this just bullying? Hurry up and tell them who you are! Don’t they know our Rose’s husband runs a big company!"

Rose Lowell’s cheeks flushed with anger. ’These two blind fools, making me lose face in front of my relatives! Who gave them the nerve!’

’It’s just a restaurant, so what if I don’t have a reservation!’

Just as Rose Lowell was about to erupt, the attendant saw Enzo Kendrick and Estelle Lockwood and approached them respectfully. "Mr. Kendrick, Miss Lockwood, your private room is ready. This way, upstairs please."

Rose Lowell’s eyes instantly lit up. She pointed at Estelle and shrieked, "Why does *she* get to go in?!"

The attendant was getting impatient, but his professionalism kept a smile on his face as he replied, "Because this Miss Lockwood has a reservation."

Rose Lowell immediately puffed out her chest. "Well then, that settles it! If she can go in, so can I! I’m her mother! Let’s go, second brother, third brother, we’re going in!"

The whole disorderly crowd started to push their way inside.

The attendant gave a signal, and a security guard immediately stepped forward. Rose Lowell’s two younger brothers and their wives instantly started to shout in displeasure.

"We already told you, our Rose is this woman’s biological mother! She can get into Celestine Pavilion, but Rose can’t?"

"Estelle Lockwood, are you even human? Your own mother is being stopped at the door, and you’re just standing there like you’re dead, not saying a single word? Hurry up and make these two fools apologize to your mother and respectfully invite her in!"

Rose Lowell immediately adopted an arrogant posture. "Estelle Lockwood, your timing is perfect. Take us inside."

The attendant hesitated, a little doubtful, but the reception staff at a high-end private restaurant like this had seen all sorts of scenes. He inquired:

"Miss Lockwood, are these guests with you? If needed, we can upgrade you to a larger private room."

But Estelle didn’t even spare them a glance. "I don’t know them."

"Understood." The attendant nodded, then said apologetically to Rose Lowell, "I must ask you all to leave. If you don’t leave now, I’ll have to call the police."

"You! Estelle Lockwood!" Rose Lowell was so furious she could have fallen over backward. She felt she had been utterly humiliated in front of outsiders. Ever since she married Austin Lockwood, she had been throwing her weight around, and the entire Lowell Family had to obey her.

But now, her own daughter was refusing to give her any face!

Rose Lowell plopped down on the ground and started wailing, "My unfilial daughter! I can’t go on living! Everyone, come and judge! I worked my fingers to the bone to raise my daughter, and now she won’t even acknowledge me as her mother! Is there no justice in this world?! I just wanted to have a meal with her, and she pretends not to know me! What an ungrateful wolf!"

Enzo Kendrick had spent his entire life in a Daoist monastery on a mountain. This was the first time he had ever encountered such an unreasonable woman, and he was completely stunned.

’Wait, what the hell? Who supposedly worked their fingers to the bone raising Estelle?’

Enzo Kendrick was about to speak but Estelle stopped him, pressing down on his hand. ’What’s the use of reasoning with someone like Rose Lowell?’ she thought, then coolly lifted her gaze.

"As Ms. Lowell said, I am your ’biological’ daughter."

"That being the case, even if I am an ungrateful wolf, you’re the one who gave birth to me."

Estelle smoothed back her hair and slowly repeated Nathaniel Sloan’s famous line: "It’s in the genes. What can I do about it?"