Female Novel
Chapter 1843
Natalia was bustling around when she spotted a couple of friends and headed over to catch up.
Elizabeth inquired, "Has the CEO of Lamont Group shown up yet?"
"Nope," Natalia replied, "heard from Sabina that Mr. Lamont's out on a business trip. Plus, the Lamont
patriarch is here, so there's no need for Mr. Lamont to come himself."
Elizabeth, lowering her voice, suggested, "With Mr. Lamont away, remind Sabina to give him a ring now
and then, to show we care."
Natalia's eyes flickered with understanding as she murmured back, "Got it."
Estelle and Sophia made their way through the grand hall, ascending the stone steps to the VIP lounge
where Old Mr. Jarvis, Mr. Quintin, and the Lamont clan were deep in conversation. The Langstons, as
the hosts, were there too, making sure everyone was comfortable.
The elegant and resplendent lounge was attended by six waitstaff, and at the side, a professional
barista was brewing coffee.
Upon entering, Geoffrey greeted Estelle with a fond smile, "Playing bridesmaid today, Estelle?"
"Hello, Uncle!" Estelle greeted before turning to Old Mr. Jarvis and Mr. Quintin with a respectful nod,
"Grandpa, Mentor!"
Even the usually mischievous Sophia toned it down, adding a polite, "Mr. Jarvis!"
Jason was there too, his eyes deepening as he took in Sophia's bridesmaid dress, which added to her
charm. He subtly lowered his gaze and took a discreet sip of his coffee.
"Ah!"
Mr. Jarvis responded warmly to Sophia and turned to Estelle with a mock stern look, "You're a married
woman now. Why still call him 'Uncle'?"
Geoffrey quickly came to Estelle's defense, "The wedding hasn't happened yet. Estelle isn't to blame."
Mr. Quintin added from the side, "Exactly, no wedding's been held. Why rush Estelle to change how
she addresses you?"
Estelle bit her lip, saying nothing, but her demeanor suggested obedience.
Geoffrey smiled warmly at her, "Estelle can call me whatever she feels comfortable with. In my heart,
she's already my daughter. I've been nudging Jonathan about the wedding. If Estelle has no objections,
let's aim to have it before the year's out."
"No rush!" Mr. Jarvis chuckled softly, "This girl may look sweet, but she's got a temper. I hope you'll be
patient with her."
"You're overstating it," Geoffrey protested. "Estelle is wonderful in every way. Our whole family adores
her!"
Mr. Jarvis smiled, pride twinkling in his eyes as his expression softened, "What brings you here?"
"Magdalen knew you'd be here and asked me to say hello," Estelle explained with a smile.
"Tell Magdalen not to fuss over me. She should just enjoy being a bride!"
"Will do!"
The barista finished preparing the coffee, and Estelle handed out cups to each of the men, "Grandpa,
Mentor, Uncle, please make yourselves comfortable. I'm off to check on Magdalen!"
"Go on, I'll look after Mr. Jarvis and Mr. Quintin," Geoffrey reassured with a smile.
Sophia said her goodbyes too, making a special point to Mr. Jarvis, "Don't rush off after Magdalen's
wedding, Mr. Jarvis. Stay at my mentor's place a few more days. I'd love to spend more time chatting
with you!"
Mr. Quintin, sipping his coffee, grunted, "I'm at home all the time, and you never come by to chat with
me!"
Mr. Jarvis gave him a look, "Sophia's talking about chatting with me, not you. She doesn't seek you out
even though you're always home. Maybe you should reflect on that."
"I should reflect indeed. I've been too indulgent with her!"
"I find Sophia quite well-behaved. It's you who's unreasonable."
Seeing the two men about to bicker again, Estelle quickly ushered Sophia out of there.
Jason watched their hasty retreat with suppressed laughter, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Once downstairs, Sophia giggled, "Did I catch a hint from Mr. Jarvis that he's urging the Lamonts to
hurry up with the wedding?"
Estelle raised an eyebrow, "Really?"novelbin
Sophia gave her a sly look, "Mr. Jarvis probably thinks you and Mr. Lamont have been married for a
while now, living together without a proper wedding. He's concerned the Lamonts might be taking you
for granted!"
Estelle pondered Mr. Jarvis's words and couldn't help but laugh, realizing there was indeed an
undertone of urgency in them. "What's the rush, old man?" she thought amusedly.