NovelEnglishChapter 129 the first tI'd ever stood my ground so firmly in front of Bryant That was the fi er me, and his reply was even more His eyes res widened in surprise, a glance swept over dismissively cold, "You'll have to wait, regardless!” "Fine." I nodded slightly, my voice calm yet loaded, “Then I'll make sure everyone knows that the Ferguson family is rotten from the inside out, rotten to the point where a mistress can step over the legal wife! How are you going to face your grandpa who just passed away?" Mentioning his grandpa took him aback.
It seemed to dawn on him after a moment; that Timothy had othing but despise for his ambiguous relationship with Margaret! I wasn't sure if he was thinking about Timothy or worried about Margaret's reputation, but finally, Bryant swallowed hard, suppressing his emotions, glan ed at Margaret, and said coldly, "Your friend can stay in a regular room; that's final!" Margaret was still unhappy, "Bry..." Bryant, rubbing his temples in frustration, snapped, "Enough, stop messing around!" Oh.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSo, he knew Margaret was the one messing around.
I didn't want to dwell on it. Thinking too much would only hurt me. I spoke softly, “Thank you, Mr. Ferguson. I'll arrange for my aunt to be moved up here." Hearingcall him that made him frown, but he kept his face cold and said no more.
I kept my emotions in check and turned to Mark, “Mark, let's go." "Okay," Mark nodded and followedout.
Downstairs, I made my way to my aunt's room, where Allen was smoking outside.
"She can move to the room now, on the 16th floor." I approached him and stated the outcsuccinctly.
Honestly, I couldn't bring myself to like Allen; the less I said to him, the better.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAllen immediately showed a satisfied smile, the smell of smoke clinging to him, and cheerfully said, "Well, Mrs. Ferguson's status sure does wonders. She just fell asleep, but I'll wake her up to switch rooms." I frowned, "...Let's wait until Auntie wakes up." 10:03 Chapter 120 "That works too." He crushed his cigarette on the ground, opened the door, and called out to Leroy, "Jane's cback. Aren't you coming out?"
Wondering why he was calling out to Leroy, I then heard him casually say, slapping Leroy on the shoulder, "Your cousin just graduated, right? His internship at that small company was a dead end, no future. Get him into the Ferguson Group, maybe land him a spot as the head of the Design Department." My headache intensified. "I've already resigned from the Ferguson Group. Plus, it's not mine to command, I can't just let him in and put him wherever I want." "Con, Jane." Leroy, much like Allen, casually said, "You's worked at the Ferguson Group for years, even if you've resigned, you've got connectics, Hookingup with a position shouldn't be too hard, right?" "Exactly. Jane, he went into fashion design because of you. You've got to help him out. Besides, we're all family here. If he does well, it reflects well on you too."
Allen echoed enthusiastically, once again leveraging gratitude to make demands, "Besides, if it weren't for you in all those our family taking years, you wouldn't be where you are now. We played a major role in your rise to high society!" I almost laughed out of sheer frustration.
Truth be told, the things my aunt had yelled at him today were spot on.
The things I'd endured all those years staying with them: sleeping on the balcony, studying on the parko M benches because it was the only quiet place I could find, being scolded for showering too early or too late, every trip to the bathroom being a nerve-wracking ordeal. into
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