Chapter 11

At night, in the orchid gardens.

Abelia Tang was sitting on an antique European couch, with a throw over her. She sipped her tea while asking on the phone,

- Mr. Xu, how are things going with Justin and Sandra?

Abelia Tang knew that Sandra and Justin had no relationship foundation before they got married in a hurry. They certainly wouldn't be as loving as ordinary husbands and wives.

However, a relationship could be cultivated slowly. She was afraid that the two would live like roommates after the wedding, so she had asked Uncle Xu to take note of this and call her immediately if anything happened.

Justin had long instructed Uncle Xu before, so Uncle Xu naturally only reported the good things and not the bad things. He said,

- Old madam, the young master and the young madam are doing very well. Young Master took Young Madam home today and both of them are resting now.

Abelia Tang smiled and said:

- Then I can be assured for now. Oh yes, Mr. Xu, help me do something...

Uncle Xu listened to Abelia Tang's instructions and cheeks swollen with cold sweat.

- Madam, if the young master finds out about this, I ... I will be sent to Africa! Madam, I think we'd better not?

- What are you afraid of? There's always me! Justin finds out, just say I asked you to do it! He won't send you to Africa. Do it with a peace of mind.

Uncle Xu gritted his teeth, then threw caution to the wind and said:

- Very well!

Abelia Tang then only hung up in contentment. She took another sip of tea happily and said:

- There will be news to watch tomorrow. I can sleep well tonight.

The next day.

Sandra's leave of absence ended today. She had lost the freedom to lie and get out of bed in a hurry by the time her alarm went off at 7:00.

She left her room after washing up and changing clothes. She didn't think she would see Justin walking toward her.

The fitted white shirt and black pants showed off his tall, straight figure. Her jacket hung casually over her arms. It was an action that anyone could do, but he made it casual and lazy, making it even more noble and elegant, unconsciously attracting attention.

How enchanting, he really is a problem!

Sandra pretended not to see Justin and ran downstairs to get breakfast.

Today's breakfast was oriental style. The sliced fish porridge was delicious and the soup dumplings were tasty. Sandra enjoyed it very much.

Uncle Xu brought more than two sets of newspapers. He placed one next to Justin and asked Sandra,

- Young lady, would you like to read the newspaper?

- No. Sandra was more interested in the soup dumplings,

Sandra was more interested in the soup dumplings.

Uncle Xu still placed the newspaper next to Sandra and said:

- There is some gossip about the young master and you. Do you really not want to read it?

Indeed, Sandra immediately put down her spoon and read the headlines. She was shocked.

"CEO of Lu Enterprises married in secret! "

The news of her marriage to Justin had been leaked.

However, the paparazzi hadn't dug deep. They could only ascertain that Justin had gotten married and that the bride was not his longtime girlfriend, Beatrice Han, but was someone else. As for who the bride was, the media hadn't found out yet.

Sandra was secretly feeling paranoid. If they found out she was the one who married Justin... Wouldn't she be stuck at home in the future? Beatrice Han's fans would kill her!

Justin, however, was calm and peaceful. He put down the newspaper as if he hadn't seen anything and slowly ate his breakfast.

Uncle Xu asked,

- Young Master, do you want to check who leaked the news? Or notify this newspaper?

- No need.

He clearly knew what had happened.

Uncle Xu heaved a sigh of relief and said:

- Very well. Please enjoy your meal. I'll do the accounting for last month's bills.

Sandra felt a little uncomfortable. She asked,

- Justin Lu, what if the paparazzi find out we got married?

- Are you afraid? Justin asked.

- Of course I'm scared. I'm most afraid of trouble. Plus, I'll be the main target of extortion at the office in the future!

It would be too miserable. Sandra would rather die than let such a tragedy happen.

Justin's lips curled as he said it,

- Relax, she won't let them get to know you yet.

- Eh? What does that mean?

Justin wasn't interested in answering Sandra.

Sandra flinched, and then, stubbornly, didn't ask again. She continued to browse the other news items in the entertainment section and was surprised to find an article about Beatrice Han under the one about Justin's wedding.

"Beatrice Han drunk at the nightclub. Maybe from grief! "

Beatrice Han had been proud and confident all along. But this time, she had been captured by the drunken, oblivious paparazzi. There were obvious tear tracks on her face and her hair was terribly messy. She looked miserable, and the entertainment reporters all guessed that she was so sad about Justin's wedding.

Justin's heart would hurt, right?

Sandra secretly looked at Justin, but her expression was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Didn't he see the report on Beatrice Han, or was he really insensitive?

However, Sandra wasn't very interested in finding out.