Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 154

Chapter 154

“What? Aren’t you going to go?” Ron seemed to catch on to what was on her mind and offered her an indifferent smile as he leaned against the dresser. “Or you can announce that the party is off.”

Leah immediately rejected the idea. “No.”

Ian hasn’t shown up. How could it just be canceled? This engagement party was not only a chance to fulfill Ian’s wish, but also a chance for her to start over.

Leah sucked in a breath and reached for her phone to call him. There was, however, no answer.

She called him twice more. No response.

“Tch, just call it off.” Ron’s smile began to fall away.

He had come here today to congratulate Ian and Leah. He may have been uncomfortable with Ian getting what he wanted, but if Ian could offer Leah the happy life she deserved, Ron had no choice but to accept it.

The look on her face was grim.

She did not believe Ian would deliberately miss the occasion and grew worried that something might have happened and he had failed to notify her.

“Cindy, why are you hesitating? Are you going to leave this room or not?” Serena urged Leah from her seat.

“We can’t continue with the engagement party.” Leah got to her feet and tore off the hem of her skirt with a resounding rip. Her fishtail gown immediately transformed into a knee-length dress.

Serena widened her eyes. “What are you doing?”

Leah then peeled off her cumbersome accessories as she spoke, “Something must’ve happened to Ian. I have to find him.”

“Are you crazy? What about the engagement party?” Serena frowned

“Deliver a message to Mrs. Sanders. Have her dismiss the guests.” With that, she sped out through the door.

Seeing this, Ron chased after Leah without hesitation.

……

Meanwhile, the guests were left waiting in the foyer.

Neither Leah nor Ian had made their appearance even when the clock struck six.

The guests were in an uproar.

“What’s going on? Wasn’t the party starting at 6? It’s way past that. Where’s Mr. Sanders?”

“Yeah. Speaking of which, I haven’t seen Mr. Sanders at all. He should’ve shown up early to entertain guests.”

“Does Mr. Sanders not want to get engaged? Did he run away?”

“Really?”

“Really. I came round the back and saw Ms. White leaving by herself in a hurry. I didn’t see Mr. Sanders.”

“Hahahaha, that’s what I’m telling you. Mr. Sanders is a young man with a promising future. Why would he ever marry used goods…”

“Shh… don’t you see him there?”

As soon as the man spoke, everyone followed his pointed gaze.

Han Howard was seated in the corner of the room. His expression was cold with his hands casually folded in his lap. He gave everyone around him the feeling that warned them not to approach.

Han, meanwhile, did not hear a word. His mind had gone blank

He hadn’t wanted to come.

He recalled the day when he and Leah were to be wed. His hatred for her was at its peak then and he had been too disgusted to look at her.

He’d forgotten how she looked.

By some morbid curiosity, he wanted to see what she looked like clad in a gorgeous dress under flashing lights.

He wanted to see her even if she was about to be someone else’s wife.

However, neither Ian nor Leah made their appearance even after six.

There was a slight furrow between his brow as he concluded that something was wrong.

Mrs. Sanders was also in a frenzy. She might not have wanted Ian to marry but he was still her son. There was nothing she could do.

That was when Serena approached Mrs. Sanders to brief her on the situation.

Mrs. Sanders’ brows knitted as she tried to reaffirm what Serena was saying. She could only suck in a breath and leave for the stage after seeing Serena stonily nodding.

The spotlight was cast down on Mrs. Sanders as she picked up the microphone and forced a smile.

“Dearest guests, I humbly apologize. It seems something has happened with Ms. White and my son. Today’s engagement party is officially canceled.” Mrs. Sanders could be considered a noblewoman. She was calm in the face of such an occasion.

An apologetic smile appeared on her face as she continued, “I am very sorry to have wasted everyone’s time. I will have the servants return the gifts everyone offered. I once again apologize for the inconvenience.”

When she finished, she walked off the stage with a scowl.

The guests were in an uproar, speculating on the reason for the engagement party’s cancellation.

Only one man remained seated with a placid expression. He had not spoken a single word.

After Mrs. Sanders left, the steward in charge of the engagement party stepped in to dismiss the guests.

Han straightened his suit and left for his car.

Ben Wright was waiting for him. When he noticed Han leaving the building, he apprehensively greeted his superior.

“Are you alright, Mr. Howard?” Ben blurted.

Han gave him a bewildered look. “Why wouldn’t I be alright?”

Ben was taken aback and answered in a low whisper, “I was simply concerned that you would be in a bad mood because of Ms. White’s engagement.”

Han frowned. “What did you just say?”

Ben quickly shook his head. “It’s nothing. Where will we be going now, Mr. Howard?”

“The office,” Han said without a second thought.

“Huh?” Ben froze up.

Han nodded and got into the car. “Have Ms. White’s office moved next to mine”

Ben was rendered speechless.

He, of course, knew who this ‘Ms.White’ was, but the crux of the problem was that Mr. Howard had gotten into a fight with Ms. White before. They were in the middle of a cold war. Han was even petty enough to have her kicked out of the office?

Why is he suddenly having her move next to him?

And by the looks of it, Mr. Howard seems to be…in a good mood?

Ben shook his head as he lamented to himself. Mr. Howard’s thoughts are truly impossible to fathom.

Leah left the hotel and hailed a cab.

Just as the door to the car was about to close, Ron yanked it open and slid into the seat without saying a word.

Leah’s brows were knitted together. “What are you doing?”

Ron spoke with absolute resolution. “I’m coming with you. What if something had really happened to him? Can you even hold up with your tiny frame?”

Leah pursed her lips. Ron was right.

If Ian were kidnapped or held at gunpoint, Ron’s skills would be far more useful.

She spoke to the driver. “To the Sanders residence, sir.”