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Chapter 1048 - Chapter 1048 Chapter 1021 Camden Jealously Defends His

Chapter 1048: Chapter 1021: Camden Jealously Defends His Rightful Place as Husband (600+ Monthly Votes Bonus Chapter) Chapter 1048: Chapter 1021: Camden Jealously Defends His Rightful Place as Husband (600+ Monthly Votes Bonus Chapter) Kiara was talking while glancing at Edward Wheeler, who was scratching his ear and trying to look unfazed. Holding the cordless phone and swaying her slender waist, she walked straight into the bathroom under someone’s watchful eye.

Once the door was closed, nothing inside could be heard.

The little claws in Edward Wheeler’s heart were itching, but most of all, he felt an irritating urge regarding the behavior of this little woman.

From the very moment she had shut the door, with that nearly provocative look in her eyes, Edward Wheeler was sure, beyond a doubt, that she was doing it to deliberately annoy him!

Kiara crossed her legs and sat on the toilet, continuing her chat with Zoel Cohen.

“Do you have any connections at Linville’s newspaper agency?”

“The Director occasionally drinks with me; we have a decent relationship. What about it?”

“Could you arrange for my friend to go abroad for Chinese Studies, for more than three months? I’ll cover the expenses.”

“Are you cheating on your Arua by keeping a young man on the side?” Zoel Cohen perked up at this. Righteously, he declared, “You don’t need to pay for that; I’ll handle it.”

Anything that could give Arua a headache was a good thing!

“It’s for a female friend.”

“Oh, then you can cover the expenses yourself, you know my card number.” The attitude had to change that quickly.

However, in front of Mrs. Kiara, all of this was trivial.

“You better keep the promises made to others. If you said you’d pay, then you pay,” Kiara wasn’t about to give up any chance to fleece a wealthy client.

Zoel Cohen had been with her for so many years, and she always remembered their past life’s friendship, including him in any lucrative deals and making him bleed a little was only fair.

“How did I end up knowing a skinflint woman like you…”

While they were talking, the door opened, and Edward Wheeler appeared, loud, innocent, and pretending to be a passerby.

“Daughter-in-law! Where did you put the shower gel?”

His voice was just loud enough for Zoel Cohen on the other end of the phone to hear and be disgusted for a while.

Kiara rolled her eyes and pointed at the cabinet.

“It’s here, get it yourself.”

Edward Wheeler made a show of walking over, opening the cabinet to get the shower gel, and then casually asked, “Daughter-in-law, who are you talking to for so long? Weren’t you supposed to scrub my back?”

Zoel Cohen felt sick, “Emma Clark, I’ll get this done for you tomorrow, let’s hang up. I don’t need your Arua yapping in my ear.”

Edward Wheeler and he hadn’t gotten along for not just a day or two. The principle was to show off their love at any opportunity to pierce Zoel Cohen’s heart; to Edward Wheeler, all the single dogs aiming to snatch away Camden’s daughter-in-law were unsympathetic.

“You’re so fragile-hearted that even raindrops feel like soybeans striking your skin. It’s time for you to shed your single status, Zoel Cohen. I heard you have quite a special relationship with Lina Fernandez, even planning to get engaged? Congratulations.”

Kiara couldn’t stand others making fun of her Arua. Whoever dared to speak ill of Edward Wheeler in her presence, she would stand up to them.

“Who told you I was going to get engaged to her?”

Lina Fernandez was the woman who had gotten into a street argument with Zoel Cohen last time, the one whose confrontation was defused by Aka’s timely stinky tofu kiss.

Zoel Cohen had been warned by Kiara before that this woman was no easy character, and indeed, after interacting with her, he felt she was not a good person.

That’s why he had proposed breaking up last time, but Zoel Cohen knew Kiara’s temperament; she would never speak without evidence.

“The news I got is that someone deliberately spread the word you were getting engaged to her. I’ve even prepared the wedding gift money for you. Zoel Cohen, congratulations on becoming a groom soon,” Kiara said.

Zoel Cohen shivered.

He realized what was happening; that woman was spreading rumors outside, attempting to put him under public pressure–and Kiara’s hint was spot on.

“I can handle this myself–I’ll pick up the tab this time.”

Kiara nodded in satisfaction, hung up the phone, and raised an eyebrow at the man who held on to the shower gel for several minutes, unwilling to retreat.

“Heard enough?”

Mario Yuno cleared his throat.

“Am I the kind of man who doesn’t respect my daughter-in-law’s privacy, who doesn’t trust his own daughter-in-law and eavesdrops on her phone conversations?”

Kiara rolled her eyes and chuckled.

“Since you’re so honorable and upright, I won’t tell you what actually happened–after all, you’re a respectful husband.”

Hoisted by his own petard! Camden blinked, and the curiosity of the little devil inside him grew even stronger.

“Wife, why do you look so pretty today? Ah, your skin is so soft and tender, your eyes are full of affection, you’re like a flower about to bloom, so delicate and charming–ah, wife, I must praise you!”

Kiara got goosebumps from being stimulated and was afraid this Aruo would slap all sorts of disgusting adjectives on her just to fish out some gossip.

“This is what happened. We went to the seaside today, and then…”

Kiara had not intended to keep it from him; there were not so many barriers between her and Mario Yuno. There was nothing she would keep hidden from him, and he felt the same way.

After listening, Mario Yuno pondered for a moment.

“So, you’re planning to send Jenny Bailey overseas?”

“Yes. I don’t know what happened on Jojo’s end, but I know he is not someone unreliable. If he is facing a difficult situation and can’t solve it himself, then I’ll temporarily transfer Jenny Bailey and also give her a chance for promotion.”

She was certainly going to appoint her own people in the media. Jenny Bailey, who was competent and had a sense of justice, was clearly the best choice. Kiara would need to gradually build her own career and nurture her people from the very beginning.

The best approach now was to distract Jenny Bailey with a career opportunity. Kiara used her own connections to provide Jenny Bailey with a chance for overseas professional development, helping her through the tough times and also giving Jojo and Jenny Bailey some breathing room.

“Your thinking isn’t wrong, but we still have to check on Jojo’s side to find out what actually happened,” said Mario Yuno, who also had a high regard for Jojo; after all, they were like brothers. If he could give a hand, he naturally wanted to.

“I guess–”

Kiara’s words were cut short by the phone ringing.

She answered it; it was the gatekeeper calling. She said she’d be right down and hung up.

“No need to guess any longer–the truth has delivered itself to our doorstep.”

Kiara stood up, grabbed her small shoulder bag, and patted Mario Yuno’s face.

“I’m going out for a drink, how will you handle dinner on your own?”

Mario Yuno knew Jojo was coming over and was rather understanding.

“I’ll get something at the office; I should also finish up the work I didn’t complete. Call me when you’re done outside; I’ll pick you up. Don’t look for a bar–go to Zeke’s Hot Pot Restaurant and find a private room. It’s safer.”

Kiara tiptoed up to give him a kiss. Her husband might occasionally get jealous, but he was never vague about what was right.

“Sometimes I really wish you didn’t have any friends and you’d only hover around me.”

But he knew that wasn’t possible; his wife’s status as the queen of her friend circle wasn’t achieved for nothing, and those loyal followers didn’t stick around for no reason–they had all received her heartfelt consideration.

Kiara pinched his handsome face, “You silly, such thoughts should just be kept in your head for your own amusement.”

Little Girl, just wait until you get home! Mario Yuno, bullied by his own wife, secretly vowed that when she returned, he’d have to re-establish the husband’s authority–at least… in his imagination, he ought to make a stand once.