Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 56 - He is Spoiled Do I Have to Keep Indulging
Chapter 56: Chapter 56: He is Spoiled, Do I Have to Keep Indulging Him?
Chapter 56 -56: He is Spoiled, Do I Have to Keep Indulging Him?
“Really not coming over to have a cup of tea with me?”
Ashton Marshall didn’t directly answer Bella Woods’ question but instead asked this.
Bella Woods saw the man’s right hand moving skillfully behind the screen, following the boiling water, the tea leaves steeping and releasing a refreshing scent.
But she instinctively took a step back, “Third Young Master, I’ll just stand here.”
She truly didn’t have the guts to sit at the same table with Third Young Master Marshall for tea.
“Are you interested in asking me about the dress fitting?” Bella Woods proactively shifted the topic back.
“We can find another time to try the dress, no rush.”
So it wasn’t that.
“Then, are you asking about your girlfriend?” Bella Woods could only guess in this direction.
“She’s been quite well-behaved recently.”
Still not that.
“Third Young Master, how about you just ask me directly?” Bella Woods truly couldn’t figure it out.
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Ashton Marshall clearly had no intention of immediately revealing the answer: “Keep guessing.”
Bella Woods truly had no idea why this gentleman insisted on making her guess; she wasn’t some mind reader to figure it out.
Besides, she hadn’t overlooked the news. This Third Young Master Marshall was famously inscrutable, making it even harder to gauge his thoughts.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t still be sitting high, having Marshall Clan Group’s market value double-again.
“It’s a pity.” Facing Bella Woods’ silence, the man suggested, “If you don’t come over for tea, you’ll miss a surprise.”
Is this cup of tea a must-drink?
Regardless, Bella Woods didn’t dare.
She could only continue to guess on the previous topic: “Third Young Master, perhaps you want to ask about Oliver and me?”
She secretly observed the man behind the screen pause his tea-brewing actions for a few seconds, confirming that her guess was correct.
Bella Woods boldly speculated further: “Third Young Master wants to confirm if I genuinely intend to cancel the engagement with Oliver?”
“Indeed, a smart child.”
Ashton Marshall praised her intellect while clapping for her.
Bella Woods pressed her lips, summoning great courage, and asked, “Third Young Master, do you think it’s possible to call-off?”
“The engagement banquet or the betrothal itself?” Ashton Marshall countered.
“Both.”
“Both are currently impossible.” Ashton Marshall said, as a large screen nearby lit up.
A formally dressed host reported the news content: At 9 o’clock this morning, the Hughes Family and the Woods Family officially signed a contract for the construction and new city development project. The project’s size is considerable, serving as Peace City’s red-mark project of the year and worth noting.
In the picture, a cheerful Ron Woods, accompanied by Jade Patel, smiled broadly as he took ceremonious photographs with Daniel Hughes, exuding unlimited prosperity.
Bella Woods understood the new city project, having been under solicitation for over a year, and the Woods Family was also preparing for it.
Over the years, the Woods Family had soared with Hughes Family cooperation but remained a distance from Peace City’s elite. If the new city project succeeded, the Woods’ status would fully ascend to the threshold of Peace City’s high society.
“Regarding the engagement invitations, they’ve been sent out to guests over the past few days.” Ashton Marshall reminded.
Bella Woods continued staring at the screen, still watching her parents cheerfully being interviewed: “So Oliver and I are bound together.”
“Oliver was spoiled since young; it’s natural for him to act a bit recklessly. Be more forgiving, and one day he will recognize your worth.”
“He was spoiled by his family, and I have to bear his recklessness?” Bella Woods lost control and accused the man behind the screen.
Everyone wanted her to accommodate.
Accommodate Oliver’s public humiliation and belittling, even treating her as a wager, let others sully her purity without mercy.
A mere phrase ‘he was spoiled by his family’ could smooth everything over.
“Why does it have to be me?” Bella Woods asked softly.
She couldn’t distinguish whether she was questioning why she had to be the accommodating one.
Or why she had to be Oliver Hughes’ fiancée.
“You like him.” Ashton Marshall gave her the answer: “Chased after him for four years.”
The words left Bella Woods speechless, and after more than ten seconds, she said in a whisper, “Even if I like him, it’s tiring.”
“That’s why you need seniors.” Ashton Marshall stated, “When he makes mistakes, seniors will uphold justice for you.”
Justice…
Where is there justice?
Bella Woods just realized how laughable her earlier questioning of Ashton Marshall was.
Why did she have to be the accommodating one?
Because the Hughes Family brought projects to her family, brought tangible money.
Because her family wanted to use her as a sacrificial exchange for benefits.
She is a daughter, sacrificing for her family as an obligation.
She is a sister, sacrificing for her younger siblings’ future as an obligation.
What right does she have to cry foul?
Deservedly unloved, should be the sacrificial body.
“Third Young Master, I think I understand why you asked me to stay.” Bella Woods suppressed the sour pain in her heart, “Afterward, I will properly prepare for the engagement banquet with Oliver.”
“If there’s nothing else, I won’t disturb your tranquility.”
Bella Woods respectfully finished these two sentences and turned to leave.
Yet, as Bella Woods prepared to open the door, the man’s voice once more echoed: “Child.”
Bella Woods glanced back towards the screen: “Does the Third Young Master have any other instructions?”
“To dispel others’ disdain, the most direct approach is to make them fear you.” Ashton Marshall advised, “48 hours of obedience, I think a smart child knows how to use it.”
Bella Woods understood Ashton Marshall’s meaning.
She was shocked that Ashton Marshall, true to his guardian role, was teaching her how to solve her current problems.
He looked much like the uncle teaching her.
If Ashton’s tone hadn’t been so serious, Bella Woods might have wondered if the two were the same person.
But now wasn’t the time for Bella Woods to doubt these things: “Thank you, Uncle, I know what to do.”
The man merely hummed a response; there was no other reply.
Bella Woods dared not linger further, leaving the tea room.
As the door closed with a soft sound, the screen that once blocked her suddenly fell to the ground, revealing the true appearance of the man making tea behind it.
Ashton Marshall leaned elegantly back on the chair, legs crossed gracefully, holding a teacup while sipping softly, with a faint smile on his lips.
If Bella Woods had agreed to drink that cup of tea earlier and crossed the screen, she would have found that face to be exactly the same as the handsome figure she referred to!
“Invited twice to come and have tea, yet declined, such a coward.”
He shook his head, feeling regretful that Bella Woods did not come for a cup of tea just now.
…
Bella Woods left Ashton Marshall’s tea room, her heart still pounding fiercely.
Not fully recovered from the conversation with Ashton Marshall, she immediately spotted Oliver Hughes, talking on the phone in the living room.
“You damn well figure out why my car broke down without reason, if you can’t, replace everyone in the club!”
Oliver Hughes angrily complained to the person on the phone.
The car broke down without reason?
Bella Woods recalled the race between Oliver Hughes and Ethan Marshall when Oliver had been leading and about to win; then his car suddenly slowed down, allowing Ethan Marshall to overtake him.
He didn’t lose on purpose?
But rather, the car had issues?
