Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 40 - Making Third Young Master Angry Tsk Kids
Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Making Third Young Master Angry: Tsk, Kids Are Heartless
Chapter 40 -40: Making Third Young Master Angry: Tsk, Kids Are Heartless
Bella Woods pondered for a long time before finally saying, “My friend is more like a mentor in my life.”
“A life mentor?”
That’s an interesting appraisement.
“Yes, he taught me a lot.”
He taught her at the family banquet, exposed the plot against her by Sienna Warren, stopped Rose Woods from replacing her as Oliver Hughes’ fiancée, and made Oliver Hughes kneel before her and apologize.
This even included facing Holly Watson, who was causing trouble at Paradise World, teaching her to fight back with a bottle.
Since Bella Woods became sensible, she had been taught by all elders to be accommodating and to resolve conflicts peacefully.
If bullied by peers, she had to reflect on her own problems; why was it she rather than others who got bullied?
If not loved, she needed to reflect on whether she was not doing well enough.
The appearance of that man taught her to fight back again and again, starting a new chapter in Bella Woods’ life.
It turned out that listening, reflecting, and making compromise only brought more grievances and pain.
What could a strong counterattack bring was not tangible, but respect was fundamental.
How could he not be special?
“Yes, he does seem like a very special friend.” Ashton Marshall nodded seriously, but then suddenly the tone changed, “And Oliver?”
Bella Woods was stunned for a few seconds, “Oliver… I like him very much.”
Ashton Marshall suddenly lifted his eyelids, and the cold look under the lenses made Bella Woods shudder subconsciously.
“Very much so, especially when he stood in front of me and smiled at me, I felt that if he accompanied me for a lifetime, it would all be worthwhile.”
Bella Woods’ words came a bit faster.
The main reason was that Third Young Master Marshall’s gaze was too fierce, and Bella Woods thought maybe she hadn’t expressed her feelings for Oliver Hughes well enough, making this elder uneasy.
So, Bella Woods continued to express her affection for Oliver Hughes: “Oliver is the first person I fell for, I think in this life I will only like this one…” person.
The last word suddenly stopped as the man swung his leg down to the ground.
He straightened his suit and stood up, a strong presence naturally diffused, exuding the feeling of a superior person with a constant commanding aura.
When his eyes swept over Bella Woods, it was unclear whether it was an illusion or something else, but it felt like his eyes carried a hint of ridicule and coldness.
“I can see that,” he said.
“What?” Bella Woods did not understand.
“My little niece-in-law is very fond of my little nephew.”
As the man finished speaking, the staff pushed in two racks of clothes, “Third Young Master, these are the cheongsam styles you requested, including the new Chinese style.”
Ashton Marshall’s gaze swept over these clothes, and finally, he picked a new Chinese style black and pink one, which was subdued in color but covered with advanced Su embroidery, with vivid patterns and precise colors.
Such complex and advanced Su embroidery techniques are rarely used in regular clothing.
Ashton Marshall took it and stood behind Bella Woods, prompting the staff to immediately push over a large full-length mirror.
Ashton Marshall bent down to compare the clothes on Bella Woods, “You kids, though young, your emotions are quite intense.”
“It was just by chance that I met him,” Bella Woods replied obediently.
She was actually very nervous.
The man stood within reach, the movement of comparing clothes opened up his shoulders, virtually enveloping her, and because of the slight bend in to look at her equally, his right leg stood straight for support, while his left leg was slightly bent.
She didn’t know why she thought of the scene in the hotel room with the handsome male prostitute.
She was pressed against the big window, outside was the bustling night view of Peace City, and behind her was the handsome male prostitute entering.
So much so that, in this posture, Bella Woods started to let her imagination run wild.
Breathing was a bit tight, secretly glancing at the mirror several times, wanting to discern the similarity between Third Young Master Marshall and the handsome male prostitute.
“If you had to choose between Oliver and that special friend?”
“Oliver.”
In a rush, Bella Woods gave her answer.
The man’s action of comparing paused, his gaze moved to Bella Woods, repeating her words, “Oliver.”
Bella Woods swallowed a bit nervously and nodded firmly, “Yes, whoever is compared to Oliver, I will choose Oliver.”
She felt her answer was very clear.
Before, she liked Oliver Hughes so much, of course, Oliver Hughes came first.
But now, comparing the handsome male prostitute and Oliver Hughes, it must be the handsome male prostitute; Oliver Hughes was the one she gave up on, the one she did not love, and even if she had to death, she wouldn’t choose Oliver Hughes.
But in front of the little uncle, Bella Woods could not say that for sure.
“Very well, such resolute feelings.”
Ashton Marshall retracted his gaze and threw the clothes to the staff on the side, “With such a large store, are there only these clothes?”
Facing Third Young Master’s sudden mild anger, two rows of staff, looking at three or four hangers full of clothes, including ones still being queued into this room, dared not argue a word.
The man stood there, his demeanor elegant and aloof, the glasses on his nose blocking the sharpness of his eyes, yet still making people feel the strong pressure.
They didn’t dare breathe heavily.
Including Bella Woods, standing there stiff and rigid.
She felt that the answer she gave should make this elder satisfied, but the effect seemed not to be so good?
“The clothes don’t work today, I’ll take Miss Woods back first.”
Suddenly referring to her as Miss Woods?
Bella Woods was confused until the man turned away, leaving her only a back view, the staff came to remind her to go backstage to change clothes.
During the time following the staff out, Bella Woods carefully reminisced about her words just now, fearing she might have overlooked some detail that exposed her now different feelings for the handsome male prostitute.
But the more she recalled, the more she felt there was no problem.
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Then why did this elder suddenly get angry?
Could it be, he was unhappy that she said Oliver Hughes was the most important?
“Ensure the clothes sent next time are thoroughly reviewed; the Third Young Master had mentioned previously in finance that Su embroidery was not what it used to be, yet all these designs still involve Su embroidery.”
Bella Woods, led by the staff to change clothes, just happened to hear the person-in-charge speaking while walking past through the corridor.
Then she realized that Ashton Marshall was dissatisfied with the clothes, not her words.
Ten minutes later.
Bella Woods only changed back to her regular outfit, her face still adorned with makeup.
Under the sunlight, the Rolls-Royce shone entirely, exuding its innate luxurious and noble air.
As she walked out of the Golden Tower, the chauffeur wearing white gloves bent down to open the car door for her, “Miss Woods, please.”
Bella Woods lowered her gaze and saw the man sitting in the back seat, slightly surprised.
She thought Ashton Marshall wouldn’t have so much patience and time to wait for her to change clothes.
After all, for him, arranging another car is a trivial matter, but the time of this Marshall Clan’s CEO is invaluable.
“Not coming in?” Ashton Marshall glanced sideways, his expression indifferent.
“Sorry.”
Bella Woods came to her senses and hurriedly got in the car.
Ashton Marshall took a glance, the corner of his mouth raised subtly.
Choosing Oliver Hughes.
Unwilling even to sit with him, with an ocean in between.
Kid.
Tsk.
Heartless.
