Chapter 1546

Chapter 1546 My Wife Invited Me To Dinner

The more aggrieved Timothy appeared, the more amused Xylia grew. “Timothy, you used to trample on people's

genuine emotions, and now it's your genuine emotions being trampled on.”

Johanna rose from her seat and walked toward Xylia, pouring a bottle of vodka over her head.

Xylia's hair was instantly drenched, and it took her a moment to recover.

Facing the disheveled Xylia, Johanna's tone remained gentle and composed. “The happiness he sought from you

during your relationship, you traded that sincerity for money. It's a fair exchange of needs.”

Xylia wiped the alcohol from her eyes and smirked at Johanna. “So what? At least I didn't demean him.”

“You don't have to drive a wedge between us. I understand the dynamics of my relationship with him,” Johanna

responded calmly to her provocation. “By next Monday, exit the entertainment industry; stop appearing by my line

of sight. If you insist on staying in the entertainment industry, I assure you that you won't receive any film or

endorsement offers. Feel free to test if I have that capability.”

Xylia's gaze darkened, fixing Johanna with an intense stare. She was fully aware that Johanna wasn't making empty

threats.

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Xylia had heard that Johanna held a good standing with Genevieve, acting as the head stylist at Genevieve Orsi

Productions. Even if Johanna did not seek Timothy's help, she could seek Genevieve, who also held significant

influence in the entertainment realm.

Even her boss had to keep up a respectful demeanor around Genevieve.

For an actress, being unable to secure roles in movies or endorsements and disappearing from the public eye was

more distressing than simply being blacklisted.

Xylia muttered under her breath, “Johanna, you're abusing your connections to settle a private matter.”

“Yes, but that's because I know people in powerful positions and wealthy circles.” Johanna offered a faint smile in

her direction. “You can't even attempt to exploit any connections because, at the end of the day, my standing is

secure in the industry.”

Johanna turned her attention away from Xylia, setting the vodka bottle back on the table. “Now, leave.”

Xylia clenched her teeth and departed, simmering with anger.

Johanna then turned to Ysabelle, who was standing aside, and said, “Give me your phone number. I'll calculate the

damage in the store and send it to you. I'll compensate you double, as you suggested.”

“Okay.” Before coming here, Ysabelle had heard about Timothy's ruthlessness, so she no longer dared to provoke


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him.

Now, the same sentiment extended to Johanna.

After Ysabelle exchanged contact information with Johanna and exited, Timothy approached Johanna. “Jojo, don't

pay attention to Xylia's nonsense. I never believed you've dismissed my sincerity.”

Johanna remained silent, walking over to the couch to retrieve her bag and coat.

Outside the club, Johanna didn't rush to get into a car. “I need to grab a few things from the studio; you head to Pier

1015 and wait for me. We'll have dinner together tonight.”

The prospect of a candlelit dinner with his wife instantly brightened Timothy's expression. “Jojo, let me take you to

the studio.”

“No need. You go ahead and make the reservation.”

Without further ado, Johanna brushed off Timothy's further questions and hailed a cab from the street. As the cab

disappeared from view, Timothy got into his car.

Arriving at the restaurant situated in the mansion, Timothy paid extra to have the rooftop garden exclusively

booked.

Timothy's memory was sparked by the thought of a particular type of red velvet rose he found exquisite, though he

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struggled to recall its exact name. He swiftly messaged Quinton, urging him to locate this specific rose within the

next ten minutes and ensure its delivery to the Epean restaurant.

Quinton yearned to simply ask Timothy to shoot him dead instead of having to carry out that task.

Fortunately, Timothy emphasized that expense was not a concern, prompting Quinton to swiftly mobilize his

resources. He managed to track down the elusive velvet rose, hurriedly arranging for its packaging and delivery.

Satisfied with the bouquet of roses he received, Timothy quizzed Quinton about his mood. “Quinton, can you

deduce my current mood?”

“Very happy,” Quinton responded.

“Why do you assume that I'm in a good mood?” With some time to spare before his wife's arrival, Timothy engaged

in a brief conversation with his secretary.

Quinton momentarily faltered, then ventured cautiously, “Because Ms. Joule is typically occupied, and today, she's

made the unusual decision to join you for dinner. Hence, Mr. Jensen, you seem happy.”

“No.” Timothy raised an eyebrow. “It's because my wife invited me to dine with her. She mentioned going back to

the studio to retrieve something, which undoubtedly indicates she's planning to change her outfit.”



Timothy then beckoned the manager and directed him to arrange for a band to be on standby. In case his wife

desired to dance during their meal, having music in the background would add to the romantic ambiance.

Just then, a server led a young woman onto the rooftop garden.