Way Back Into Love (Essie)

Now the fastest way to restore the production of the wine manor was to purchase a private Chateau with Grape Garden and wine cellar.

France was the hometown of wine, and there were countless private Chateaus of various sizes.

It was not a difficult thing for Zac, the God of business. After several rounds of negotiation, he helped Mrs. Rose buy a wine shop in the south of France.

This Chateau had a huge Grape Garden and four wine cellars. However, the top rose red wine in the Rose Manor was unique in France. Even with the Grape Garden and wine cellar, no new wine could be produced this year.

The next step was to discuss the trade contract. What he could do now was to minimize the loss.

Essie would communicate with other domestic agent companies. If they were willing to accept the rose red wine produced by other Chateaus, they would buy it from them and then imported it. If they couldn't accept it, they could only terminate the contract.

It took the police of Provence several days to find the suspect of arson. He was an addict and died in his bathroom because of excessive use of drugs.

Zac sent his identity information to Reed, who had been active in Europe, and asked him to investigate all suspicious people that this addict had contacted recently.

Reed had investigated all his friends and neighbors. There were a lot of people in China. If someone committed a crime secretly at home, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, which was difficult to find, but it would be much easier in France.

There were very few people in Provence. An Asian with an obviously different appearance from a Western would naturally attract more attention.

Reed soon targeted a man from Dragon City who entered the country two weeks ago. During this period of time, he had contacted with the arsonist several times.

Now he had come back home.

Mrs. Rose and Irene were going to deal with the business of the new Chateau, so Zac returned first.

He had booked an afternoon tea in an England style restaurant and invited Elizabeth and Mary to attend.

"You just came back from France. Why do you have time to invite us to tea?" Elizabeth said casually.

"I just caught the real murderer of the fire in Rose Chateau yesterday. I didn't expect him to be from Dragon City. He went all the way from Dragon City to France to set fire. Do you think he is too tired to live or wanting to die?" Zac said slowly.

The corners of Elizabeth's mouth twitched. She turned to look at Mary.

Taking a sip of tea to calm herself down, Mary said, "I don't care about the things of your aunt."

"Mommy, you should be very clear that there is no mouth that can't be opened in my hand. What did that bastard say? You don't need me to repeat it. I believe you two know what he said." Zac's face suddenly became serious.

"Zac, I don't understand what you mean?" Mary pretended to be confused.

Zac took out the recorder pen and released the crime that the criminal had confessed while crying and howling. He was a distant relative of Elizabeth. A few years ago, he emigrated to France. Because of his bad development, he came back and worked for Luke. This time, she was ordered by Luke to set a fire.

"Aunt Elizabeth and my aunt Rose are not enemies. You haven't seen each other for a few times, but you did such a cruel thing. It should be for you, Mommy. I didn't expect that you two have such a deep friendship. Back then, Mommy, you helped aunt Elizabeth successfully get the position of the hostess in the Xu family by all means. Now she wants to help you consolidate your position in the Rong family, or she has something fallen into your hands in the unbearable history of fighting for power and has to help you? Are you really like two really on the same boat? You are bound to be together for both honor and loss, aren't you?" Every word uttered by Zac was full of deep ridicule and contempt.

Elizabeth's face turned pale because of guilt. "This is completely a frame up. How could I do such a thing? You think too much."

"It doesn't matter. I can invite Luke here and let him sit in my newly invented bronze ox. He will tell me everything." Zac snorted.

Seeing that the matter was exposed, Mary said angrily, "She seduced your father secretly regardless of the friendship between sisters. What I did is just a small punishment."

Zac looked at her coldly. "Your identity is still unknown. Before you confirm your identity, dad is no longer your husband, and the Rong Mansion is no longer your home. It was better to find evidence to prove your identity than to think about such evil ideas all day long and do something harmful to others but not to benefit yourself. Otherwise, you and daddy will never be reconciled."

Mary's body convulsed violently. "I have raised you for so many years. How could you say such words to me? Do you deserve me?"

"So I still treat you as my mother. But don't forget that the Mrs. Rose you want to drive away and hurt, is fifty percent likely to be my biological mother. How can I stand by and watch you hurt her? I have called grandma. Grandpa Ouyang has been feeling better recently, so she will come to deal with the identity of you and aunt first," Zac said.

The blue veins on Mary's forehead were rolling, and her face was twisted with ferocity. "Well, it's a good idea to let you grandma come here. It's also a good idea to tell Charlotte my real identity as soon as possible, and make her give up on everything here and going back to Provence. Don't disturb my life. I was too tolerant of her for the sake of our kinship. Otherwise, so many things wouldn't have happened." Zac didn't respond. He took out a bill from the folder and said, "This is all the loss of the Rose Chateau. You two should bear it. Otherwise, you can only be seen by the police."

"Does anyone else know about it?" Elizabeth brought the bill to her. Hearing that Zac was going to settle it privately, she asked in a hurry.

"As long as you make up for the loss, no one else will know for the time being. If you dare to do it again, I'll get even with old and new grudges together," Zac said slowly. He was the last thing he did for Mary. If she still didn't repent, he would have to let the justice served.

Hearing this, Mary breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that Albert and the two elders of the Rong family didn't know, or she would be kicked out. It seemed that Zac still showed mercy to her for the sake of the mother and son.

She found that although Walt was always sweet and considerate, he always said what she liked to hear. But when it came to the actual situation, it was Zac who played a role. Walt always disappeared without a trace.

If he hadn't married Essie, he would have been a filial son. Unfortunately, God was against her.

After Zac went back, Essie asked about the Rose Manor, "Have you caught the real murderer of the fire?"

"Not yet," Zac said casually.

With a sneer, Essie said, "I've already thought of someone. It's really a good idea to force aunt Rose back to France with this trick!" "Don't make blind and disorderly conjectures. Evidence is necessary for everything. It's not just nonsense," Zac said in a low voice.

Hearing that, Essie curled her lips. He was so smart that he must have thought of it long ago. He was just trying to hide the truth.

"You have to know that ninety-nine percent of the possibility that Mrs. Rose is your mother. Do you bear to see your real mother be framed by your foster mother?"

"I'll take care of it. Don't worry," Zac said in a low voice.

After Mary went back, she moved back to another house. There were only her and two maids there, so it was convenient for her to do things.

Without Mrs. Rose, she felt the air in Dragon City was fresh. Why didn't she die? Why was she met by this bitch, Essie?

Was God kidding her?

She was Mary. No one had the right to doubt her! She would rather die than be destroyed. If Mrs. Rose wanted to replace her and occupy the family that she had worked hard for so long, she would break up with her.

Ophelia Zangwill arrived at Dragon City on Tuesday. After getting off the plane, she went to the cemetery to worship Mrs. Suzan.

"Suzan is a poor woman. She shouldn't have suffered such a disaster. Back then, Laves betrayed her. She was forced to raise two children by herself. It was not easy for Mary and Charlotte is grown up. She could enjoy her life. But she had to live alone in the nursing center because of Alzheimer's disease. It's a miracle that she can wake up this time. Isn't there a saying in China that 'If she doesn't die in a disaster, she will have a good fortune'? Why did she get hurt like this?"

Ophelia wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. "I still remember that when I came back with Laves and wanted to take Mary away, she held my hand and told me that Mary was a good child and asked me to take good care of her. I know she doesn't want her to leave. She didn't cry until Mary got on the car. She is a great mother. She will always live in our hearts."

Ophelia had raised Mary for fifteen years. She knew her best besides Mrs. Suzan. As for Charlotte, she didn't come here until she grew up. Moreover, she liked to imitate Mary from the very beginning to cover her own nature, so she didn't know much about her.

However, they had lived together for four years, so she knew her likes and dislikes.

"Suzan is the biological mother of Mary and Charlotte. No one knows the two children better than her. Since she insists that the one in the Rong Mansion is Charlotte, we can't let down our guard," Ophelia said thoughtfully. Then she changed her tone, "But people will change. We can't judge that they have exchanged just because of this. We still need evidence."

Albert nodded.

Mrs. Rose arrived in the afternoon. On the weekend, Zac called her and told her that the great grandma Ophelia had come. She asked her to put aside the business of the Chateau and come to meet her. Last time when Ophelia came here, she had met Mrs. Rose. But because of the short time, Ophelia didn't notice anything unusual. This time, she had to be more careful.

Knowing that Ophelia was here to identify them, Mary were very careful and didn't dare to make any mistake.