Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 624 Cause and Effect (2)_1

He and Ruby Bluen were also incredibly busy, as more guests kept arriving one after another.

At that moment, a black sedan drove slowly up to the Emperor hotel. After some effort, the driver found a parking space and parked the car. The middle-aged woman who got out was Pheobe Rogers.

She wore a light orange suit dress and glasses—not for vision correction, but to hide her original appearance so she could sneak into the hotel. She had applied fake black moles to both cheeks. She carried an LV bag, wore high heels, and her fingers flashed with several gold rings. A jade bracelet of excellent quality graced her wrist, complemented by earrings and, of course, a necklace. She looked as if she had just raided a Jewelry Shop.

She had a somewhat noble aura, but the excessive gold and jewelry made her look rather gauche.

Disguised, she bore a resemblance to Pheobe Rogers, yet didn’t quite look the same.

She confidently headed into the hotel, handed out her business card—which, of course, bore a fake identity and name—and presented a large red envelope as a gift.

The hotel staff didn’t scrutinize her too closely and let her in, as there were simply too many uninvited guests.

Once inside the hotel, Pheobe Rogers didn’t immediately look for her target. Instead, she sat down in a corner to slowly eat some food and have a drink.

She saw Gian Horne, the man she had loved for thirty years.

His face aglow, Gian Horne was laughing and chatting with his old friends. Dressed in a gray suit, he looked as handsome as when Pheobe Rogers first laid eyes on him. In her view, Gian Horne was the most handsome man in the world.

Seeing his face full of joyous laughter made Pheobe Rogers feel extremely bitter.

Once, the person he cherished most was their son, James Horne. But after James’s return to the Horne Family, and as Glades Horne slowly rose to prominence, Gian’s focus had entirely shifted to Glades.

Now, Glades and his wife had given him an adorable grandson, so naturally, he was overjoyed.

Soon, I will wipe that smile off your face! Pheobe Rogers thought, gritting her teeth.

At that moment, her feelings toward Gian Horne were more hate than love.

Ivan Horne is now the apple of the Horne Family’s eye. Destroying him is tantamount to destroying the entire Horne Family! I will make sure the Horne Family members, who never accepted me, can’t live in peace and happiness!

「Up on the highest floor of the hotel.」

Hansen Ruiz, holding a cocktail, casually drifted over to Glades Horne and whispered, "Glades, the target has appeared."

Glades Horne exchanged a look with him, then nodded and asked in a low voice, "Have all your men been deployed? Can they complete the mission?" Benjamin Robinson was also present. If anything went awry, Benjamin would undoubtedly be the first to call the police officers. Pulling off an act under Benjamin’s watchful eyes required a meticulous plan and considerable manpower.

Hansen Ruiz smiled faintly and nodded. Glades Horne could rest assured when he was in charge of things.

For this performance, he had summoned all his men, more than enough to support the act.

Only then did Glades Horne relax. He went over to Julia and winked at her. Julia understood the cue and excused herself to the surrounding noblewomen, saying it was time to feed the baby. She then smiled apologetically at everyone. Most of the noblewomen, being mothers themselves, expressed their understanding.

Julia, carrying Ivan, slipped out of the crowd and hurried into a Lounge. There, she handed Ivan to the nanny, whom Glades had arranged to be in the room in advance. Then, she took a lifelike cotton doll from Hansen Ruiz’s hands. The doll, in a sleeping posture, looked very realistic; it was hard to tell if it was real or fake at a glance. It also somewhat resembled Ivan. This resemblance was intentional to make the act convincing; Ruiz had it specially made based on Glades’s description.

After staying in the Lounge for more than ten minutes, Julia came out holding the cotton doll. When people saw that Ivan was asleep, they merely glanced, offered a few compliments, and didn’t dare touch him for fear of waking him.

Julia began to mingle in the crowd, holding the cotton doll.

Some guests who had seen Ivan earlier felt he looked somewhat different now. However, they recalled there were only two babies present: Julia’s and Adele’s. Since Adele was still holding her baby, they concluded the one Julia carried must indeed be hers. Thus, these guests didn’t think too deeply about it, simply assuming their eyes had played tricks on them or that they hadn’t gotten a clear look at the baby before.

Glades Horne continued to follow Julia, appearing as protective as ever, but his demeanor was more relaxed, lacking his usual sharpness.

Hansen Ruiz’s men, as well as Glades’s, were setting their plan in motion, watching Pheobe Rogers and waiting for her to make a move.

After spending some time on the first floor, Pheobe Rogers slipped into an elevator and went upstairs. She searched floor by floor until she reached the top and saw Julia and the others.

Even on the top floor, she behaved as before, lurking in a corner and watching the people she hated with a scornful gaze.

James Horne was also among the crowd. He wasn’t hiding in a corner but was openly helping to greet guests. He only stole occasional glances at Julia.

Seeing James, Pheobe Rogers’s expression became visibly complex.

She had come here today with no intention of leaving alive.

Though she was following her plan, deep down, she couldn’t let go of her son, James.

He was the only person she truly worried about. Even if he had been unfilial to her, a mother still loved and cherished her son.

James values Glades Horne the most, yet I, his mother, am set on harming Glades. Will my son hate me for it? But I think when I die in front of him, he’ll surely forgive me for everything. I was coerced, after all. I was at my wit’s end, filled with so much hate and resentment.

Withdrawing her gaze from James, Pheobe Rogers forced herself not to look at him. She feared that seeing her son would soften her heart and make her abandon her plan for revenge.