Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1529

The next day, there was an extra passenger on the way to the office.

Shelly-Ann had insisted on going through normal procedures for a job offer in Mark’s company and had refused nepotism. This was the complete opposite of Arianne’s request to give Robin a position in the company.

Now, Arianne discovered that gorgeous Aunt Shelly was also extraordinarily capable. She was highly educated and experienced. She majored in many different things. She could easily get most jobs in Tremont Enterprises and didn’t need nepotism at all.

On this day, all of Tremont Enterprises was abuzz—there was another woman by Mark Tremont’s side! He even greeted her and sent her off personally.

“Who is that woman?” Sylvain asked Arianne, unable to help himself. “Why are you so calm about this? Don’t you feel threatened at all?”

Arianne sat in her office chair and calmly replied, “She’s his aunt. She looks thirty, but she’s actually around forty to fifty years old. Why should I feel threatened? She looks exactly like his mom. What am I supposed to daydream about?”

Sylvain snorted. “Cr*p. I really couldn’t see through her age at all. People are supposed to age with time. Has time forgotten about her? Either that, or she’s had botox or a facelift. That’s how the rich work. Next time, when I start getting wrinkles, I’m going to do the same.”

Starting the next day, Shelly-Ann went to the office regularly. Of course, she carpooled with Mark and Arianne every day, as they were all going the same way. They didn’t need to use separate transport. Previously, it was Brian in the driver’s seat, with Mark and Arianne in the back. Now, it was Mark in the co-driver’s seat, with Arianne and Shelly-Ann in the back.

This was Arianne’s first time receiving an invitation from Shelly-Ann. She thought it would be a good opportunity to get to know her, so she didn’t refuse. “Okay, but I’ll have to bring Smore along. Would it be inconvenient? Shall I drop him off at home first?”

“No need,” Shelly-Ann replied. “I’ll have Brian drive me to the beauty salon. He can take Smore out to play somewhere nearby later. A facial won’t take too long. I’ll send you the address. You can take a cab there.”

Arianne soon received Shelly-Ann’s address once the call had ended—it was a beauty parlor from a large franchise in the capital. For someone like her, who rarely did any self-maintenance, these kinds of places were foreign to her. The total amount of times she’d spent in a beauty parlor could be counted on one hand.