Arianne was not a guileless fool, nor did she make a habit of willingly sharing her private matters with strangers. “Why ask? Are you so close with Mark that you’re supposed to know about his history already? If yes, then shouldn’t you cut the middleman and ask straight from the horse’s mouth?”
Sensing hostility, Saoirse went ahead and took a seat on the couch.
“I just can’t wrap my head around this whole thing. I want to learn why the two of you divorced in the first place, and why, even after that, his aunt’s adamant that you get booted from Tremont Enterprise. I can’t get behind why she doesn’t do anything herself and instead tried to talk me into it. I suspect that if it weren’t for the fact that Mr. Tremont was protecting you, she wouldn’t have resorted to asking an outsider like me to meddle, would she? The way I see it, it’s like she’s trying to carry out her wishes without fracturing her relationship with Mark,” she explained. “Here’s the thing, I don’t want to be an unwitting pawn. Yes, I like Mr. Tremont enough to wish we could be together, but I also look way past the intermediate. The last thing I want is a Pyrrhic victory where I got my wish granted, only to make a bitter enemy out of Mr. Tremont himself.”
Arianne frowned. “That Shelly-Ann Leigh’s looking to kick me out of the company, you say? And she tried to goad you into doing it for her?”
Seeing how Arianne addressed Shelly by her full name, more pieces to the puzzle clicked in Saoirse’s mind. “I take it that you don’t enjoy a pleasant relationship with Mr. Tremont’s aunt very much?”
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