Husband With Benefits
Chapter 211: Frustrating

Chapter 211: Frustrating

Evangeline Sterling stared at her phone for the hundredth time, tapping her perfectly manicured nails as she waited for the man who was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Most people had enough common sense to arrive earlier than the allotted time and wait for her.

She was a royal, not some peasant that the man dared to make her wait.

Just then, her assistant brought a cell phone to the table and Evangeline glared at it then the assistant," If I wanted to talk to him, I would have answered his call myself."

The assistant shrugged apologetically while trying to hand the phone to her, " I cannot refuse him..."

As she was about to refuse, the voice from the loudspeaker spoke, "Take the phone my little princess. Don’t make things difficult for your assistant. It is not her fault."

Evangeline frowned and took the phone, taking it off the speaker as she put it to her ear," I am not happy with this. You are responsible for my suffering, you know."

Alexander Sterling clucked his tongue and coaxed his daughter," Come on, child. You are good at negotiating as well as the only one I can trust with this task."

Evangeline looked at her nails and then lowered her voice," But I don’t understand why she needs to be here. You and I both want her gone but yet you insist on pulling this farce...to make her stay here.

Alexander Sterling shook his head and frowned," We need to do this not to make her stay here but to make sure that she does not try to take the throne that does not belong to her."

"But you said that it is possible that she won’t want it and she would agree to give up her right."

"That was before. And even then we were not too sure. But right now, we are even more unstable Rumors about her have already been circulating among the masses. This time, the threat is not just about her taking the throne but there is also the fact that someone might use her to try and get rid of us. So, we need to make sure that Eleanora leaves Estana, securely with Augustus. Once she is with him, she will have no right to the throne."

"Papa! I really don’t think that she is going to fall for Augustus. I did praise him in front of her when grandmother was scolding her but really, that man is too..."

"Evangeline, you don’t worry about that. I already have a plan. I simply need you to handle this..."

"I’ve already spoken to the woman, Papa. But Eleanora’s ex-fiance is late and has not arrived yet."

"You need not be concerned. If he doesn’t come, he’ll suffer the consequences. Also, you need to be more careful than ever Evana, the time is crucial and the future of Estana is now in your hands."

Evangeline hummed in response before handing the phone back to her assistant. Even as she wondered how to make this tardy person of use, she stiffened as she wondered if her eyes were playing tricks on her.

But as she slowly turned her head, she could see the person who had just arrived at the bar... It had been so long since she had seen that man. To see him here, was a coincidence...

She stood up, eager to go and talk to him again when the man she had been waiting for arrived. Her eagerness turning to disappointment, she sat back down, coolly studying the man who had just arrived.

As he extended his hand for a greeting, she couldn’t help but notice that his handshake was not very good and spoke of a poor character.

Suppressing her disdain, Evangeline shook his hand with a forced smile, wondering what Eleanora had seen in such a man. Her taste had been too poor. At least she’d had the good sense to jilt him in time before she ruined herself.

Though if she had married this man, it would have made their job so much easier, since it would have been a piece of cake to bend him to their will.

Before she could even say anything, the man looked away and tried to explain," Apologies, Your Highness. Unexpected traffic."

Evangeline raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Time management is a skill even teenagers possess, I believe. Nonetheless, we have matters to discuss. Let’s get to the point. You are Antonio, who was engaged to Nora Williams and then Sara Anderson?"

Hearing the names, Antonio nodded his head quickly and explained," I was in love with Nora and we almost married but then Sara ruined our relationship..."

Evangeline could not help but shake her head. She hated people who would pass the blame for their own misdeeds to someone else. And this was even worse when they blamed the dead who could not come and defend herself.

Evangeline had actually met Sara a couple of times. And though she would not say that she had particularly liked the younger girl, she knew her enough that she would not have chased this man if he was totally unresponsive. He’d probably led her on...

Hardening her eyes, she glared at the man and spoke threateningly," Mister Antonio, before we proceed, let me warn you that if I ever hear you say a word about loving Nora again, I will make sure that you are unable to speak again. You will meet her as an old friend who had tutored her and that is else. You try to give her a hint of your past relationship or rekindle those feelings, you will regret the day you were born..."

Evangeline watched in detachment as the man turned pale and nodded his head. Her lips kicked up in satisfaction. This man was easily handled.

From the corner of her eye, she kept tabs on the man she’d been about to go and meet while she explained to Antonio his part in the plan and everything that he was required to do.

And finally, once she had Antonio’s agreement and understanding, Evangeline quickly stood up to go to the man at the bar...

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