Chapter 1466 - 1456: Your Little Wife Didn’t Come With You? Broke Up?

Constantine Stewart walked over, noticing the pretty little girl from the Leclair Family, pampered beyond belief. Unsurprisingly, she had inherited the good genes of Delphine Carter and Ignatius Leclair, with delicate, cute features like a doll. The key point was that she had also inherited Ignatius Leclair’s cunning nature, making even the jealous eyes turn red.

In earlier years, Constantine Stewart considered having children a terrifying matter. But now, seeing Ignatius Leclair transformed into a wife-slave and child-slave, and Richard Shaw smiling all day to the point of muscle cramps due to his wife’s pregnancy, his mentality was gradually changing. If Chloe Winston were to have his child, it seemed like that would be a wonderful thing.

He wished for a daughter as cute as Chloe Winston.

"Coming alone?" Ignatius Leclair raised an eyebrow when he saw Constantine Stewart arrive, asking with a half-smile.

His wife held a grudging opinion of Constantine Stewart due to the matter with Chloe Winston, but Ignatius Leclair was purely in it for the laughs and let Delphine Carter do as she pleased; he didn’t meddle.

"My wife will be here soon." The divorced old man shamelessly opened his mouth, smiling with graceful elegance. No one was remarkable with a wife, but he had one too, albeit from the past.

Ignatius Leclair snorted unceremoniously at this, while Richard Shaw patted Constantine Stewart’s shoulder earnestly, saying, "Divorce is not shameful; strive for remarriage!"

Constantine Stewart: "..."

Everyone present had remarried, except that Old Shaw and Old Leclair had successfully remarried. Constantine Stewart’s handsome face darkened somewhat. Ha, look at these two smug expressions; back then, whose life wasn’t a chaotic mess of unrest?

"Daddy, what’s remarriage? Like you and Mommy?" Benjamin Leclair tilted his little head, asking softly, tugging at Ignatius Leclair’s pant leg.

The short, pretty little girl tugged at the 6’1" handsome man, creating an indescribable cute and silly effect.

Ignatius Leclair bent down to pick up the little girl and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Stewart is a divorced person, while your daddy and mommy are married people, understand?"

The man glossed over the fact of remarriage in a single sentence.

Constantine Stewart coldly laughed.

Benjamin Leclair raised her hand to cover her little face, feeling it getting warm. She was five years old, five years old! Why did adults think they could still fool a five-year-old? For the sake of her daddy’s reputation, Benjamin Leclair decided to pretend to be a silly, adorable little girl.

"Daddy is so awesome!" Benjamin Leclair sweetly flattered.

Constantine Stewart: ???

This can’t be a real little girl, so clever and cunning?

As Richard Shaw, Ignatius Leclair, and Constantine Stewart gathered together, it quickly became a small core group. The wedding banquet was at noon, yet it was just past ten, and guests were already arriving one after another, naturally gravitating to this area.

Griffith Squire, the bandit leader who spent nearly a year honeymooning with Aurora Coldwell, finally finished clinging to his wife, standing idly in the corner of the manor.

Truth be told, Leah’s marriage still left him somewhat reluctant. How many years had it been? It should at least be cooler by a decade or so to be reasonable, plus he wasn’t familiar with the Imperial City circle and didn’t have many acquaintances.

Griffith Squire stood with a cold face in the corner until he saw Constantine Stewart, like he spotted a savior. Old Stewart, their friendship was so-so, but at least he found someone he could talk to.

So, the man, holding champagne, wandered over, patting Constantine Stewart’s shoulder, flashing a bright smile, "Old Stewart, why didn’t you bring your little wife? Did you have a falling out and break up?"

Griffith Squire, with a uniquely handsome, mischievous face, didn’t bother lowering his voice, and suddenly everyone in the circle heard it.

Whoa? Constantine Stewart has a wife? Secret marriage?

Everyone only knew Constantine Stewart had good relations with the Shaw Family and was tremendously wealthy, enough to outshine most Imperial City elites. It turns out this guy has a wife? Never brought her out?

But wasn’t he chasing a young actress not long ago?

Suddenly, everyone’s gossiping hearts burned intensely.

Constantine Stewart’s face turned ashen, while Ignatius Leclair, seeing another person sow discord, laughed unreservedly, then realized he might be a bit too bold, prompting a light cough, enjoying the spectacle from the side.

How wonderful, Old Shaw getting married, bringing together these old acquaintances, whether they held grudges or grievances, like a big melting pot, truly amusing.

"My wife." Constantine Stewart, with some difficulty, managed a smile, only to hear Griffith Squire enthusiastically shout, "Little Mrs. Stewart, this way."

Everyone: ???

Constantine Stewart: !!!

Chloe Winston had just entered the manor, recalling Griffith Squire from when he saved her once. Seeing him beckoning continuously, and flamboyantly calling her Mrs. Stewart, she turned pale, forcing herself to put on a brave face as she walked over, smiling, "Mr. Squire, perhaps you’ve mistaken me, I’m not Mrs. Stewart."

As soon as Chloe Winston spoke, she glared fiercely at Constantine Stewart, sure that this bastard was spinning tales, ruining her reputation.

Constantine Stewart filled with grievances, thought of sharpening knives to slash Richard Shaw, his brother-in-law, ha, every time he encountered Griffith Squire, it was no good.

"Ah, divorced?" Griffith Squire, fearing the world would remain peaceful, chuckled, peach blossom eyes squinting, "I’ll introduce someone to you tomorrow."

"Mr. Squire, I think I see your wife calling you." Constantine Stewart tried to maintain a smile, glancing at Richard Shaw threateningly.

Richard Shaw saw everyone gossiping with sparkling eyes, coughed once, gathering his distant cousin, "Brother-in-law, Chloe Winston is a celebrity, perhaps she wants to focus solely on developing her career for now. She is an artist championed by Delphine Carter."

Griffith Squire’s interest peaked instantly, handing over his business card with a devilishly charming face, "Someone championed by little Delphine is bound to be excellent. This is my card; if you encounter any trouble, call me directly."

Chloe Winston found the card a bit hot, yet steeled herself to take it, then quickly found an excuse to leave, leaving Constantine Stewart surrounded by everyone.

"Mr. Stewart, when did you get married? You shouldn’t hide such things from us."

"Winter, why not bring your wife out; no matter how pretty, she can’t stay tucked away at home."

"Not married, Mr. Squire was joking." Constantine Stewart laughed, looking at Griffith Squire with slightly fierce eyes, this bastard was truly vile, the good tea from before was fed to dogs.

"Today is Vice Admiral Shaw’s big day, everyone, stop gossiping about me, perhaps gossip a bit about Vice Admiral Shaw."

Everyone chuckled, a joke, gossip Vice Admiral Shaw? Isn’t that courting death? Who dares to gossip about the Shaw Family, each matter a Military District secret, right?

Speaking of which, could Constantine Stewart be a child the Shaw Family raises outside? This bond seems quite unusual.

Very soon, the Howard Family arrived, and Richard Shaw went to greet the family matriarch, leaving Constantine Stewart finally escaping the crowd’s blockade, seeking Chloe Winston to explain.