Chapter 4 Mistake

Narrowing her eyes, Rue dialed an unfamiliar number from her office. "Mr. Shawn? Did you enjoy yourself last night? My sister was a virgin, you know. I know you'd love it. I even made the effort of getting her drunk before sending her over. So, I'd like to know when you'll be sending her nudes to me, as promised." Silence enveloped the other end of the phone and after a moment, a voice rang out, "Nudes? What nudes?" Rue frowned, but she maintained her cheery tone. "Haven't we talked about this? I'll send my sister over to you, and you'll send me her nudes." As she said that, the voice on the other end of the phone flared with rage. "Rue! You have the nerve to claim having done the deed! I was waiting in my room for an entire night, but no one came in!" Stunned, Rue’s face was filled with surprise. "It can't be! I shoved her in myself! I can't be wrong, you told me you were in the presidential suite 206!" The voice on the other end paused for a while. "I did book the presidential suite 206. I met up with Edward Bluemel yesterday, and he made me exchange it with him! I forgot to tell you, I was drunk..." "What?! Edward Bluemel?!" Rue's face was now filled with jealousy and rage. "That's right! Since that's the case, I'm not the one to blame and our cooperation ends here. Remember, don't tell anyone, or both our reputations will be ruined!" Beep beep beep— Before Rue could react, the call ended abruptly. Rue's brows were so tightly knit together at this point, she then swept everything on her desk to the floor. Bang! Crash! Everything on the desk fell on the floor one after another, creating a cacophony of loud noises. As Rue panted heavily, her face became increasingly red. What kind of a man was Edward Bluemel? He was the richest man in the world, a man who could influence global economic development! The man who stood at the top of the world, who was the dream lover of any woman in the entire world! Almost every woman had dreamed about climbing into Edward Bluemel's bed, but no one had yet to succeed! Of course, that included her. She was originally supposed to marry Ian, but why did she turn back on her words? It was because she thought she could marry someone better. In her mind, that someone is Edward! Rue's hands balled tightly into a fist, which she then slammed heavily on the desk. She was the one who had sent her most despicable younger twin sister into the hands of her dream man, the bed of the Godlike man! Now, she was regretting her actions, so much that she would rather die! "Rachel, once again you have taken what should be mine! You will pay for this!" Having calmed down, Rue switched on her computer and started to read the headlines on the news sites. Every single headline was about Edward, talking about how he was looking for his lost jacket. Why would someone like Edward Bluemel look for a measly lost jacket? Staring at the picture of the jacket on her screen, Rue's eyes widened in recognition. 'Why does this jacket look so familiar?!' Bam— Rue's palm slammed on her desk again as she suddenly stood up in surprise. 'This jacket, isn't it the jacket Rachel came home in?!' 'That's Edward's missing jacket?!' 'Why would he look for a simple jacket?' 'A drinker's heart is not in the cup*, he's probably trying to find Rachel who left with his jacket!' Rue tightened her grip once more as jealousy took over her. 'They had only spent one night together! How has Edward become so attached to her?' 'Wouldn't it be nice if I was the one in the room last night...' Rue cleared her mind and quickly rushed home from the office. 'That jacket is important, Rachel cannot find out about its significance!' So Rue sneaked into Rachel's empty room and quietly began to go through her things. After a good amount of time had passed, she finally found Edward's jacket stowed away in the bottom drawer of Rachel’s dresser. Only when she had gingerly left Rachel’s room that she was finally able to calm down. Rue proceeded to hide the jacket carefully in her own room before she left. In the hall, Rachel was sitting at the dining table having a simple pea soup while she scrolled on her phone calmly. Seeing that, Rue sprinted over and grabbed Rachel's phone from her. "Rue, why did you take my phone away?" Rachel scowled as she glared at Rue with an unfriendly gaze. Her hand was outstretched with an overt undertone of demanding that she wanted her phone back. Rue snorted. Not having any intention of giving Rachel's phone back, she pocketed it. "Mom and dad said you can't use any of the electronics, and that they won't care what you do after you marry Ian." Rachel retracted her hand with a frown. "Mom and dad didn't say that but you did, didn't you?" Rue sat down opposite Rachel at the table. A servant immediately served a bowl of mock turtle soup for her — a stark contrast to Rachel's pea soup. Looking up at Rachel, she lightly stirred her soup with a silver spoon. "My dear sister, what difference does it make? As long as I suggested it, mom and dad will agree, don't you think so?" Rachel kept quiet as she attacked her pea soup. She agreed, which is why she did not insist on having her phone back. Seeing the impassiveness of Rachel's reaction, Rue was left utterly unsatisfied. As she remembered sending Rachel to her dream man's bed, she began fuming again. With a smile on her face, Rue snatched Rachel's pea soup away. "My dear sister, you're going to be married, how can you drink something so unhealthy?" Rachel looked at Rue coldly. "What are you trying to get at, Rue?" Rue picked up her soup bowl and held it in front of Rachel. "My mock turtle soup is untouched, I'll let you have it." "No, thank you." Rachel stood up to leave. Rue pressed on Rachel's shoulder and forced her to sit back down. "Your sister is being nice here, so you should finish the soup." As she finished speaking, Rue tilted her hand that held the bowl of soup and poured all of its content on the table.