Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 159: Sales Pitch
Amelia Avery sneered and let go of Tiana. She flexed her wrist and handed the car keys to Tiana. "You should go first."
"Amelia..." Tiana shook her head in fear. ’How could I just leave Amelia behind?’
"You want to play? Fine. I’ll play with you, but my friend has to leave."
Jonah Ross’s original target was Amelia Avery, so he didn’t make things difficult for Tiana. Besides, he had plenty of time to get his hands on that little beauty later.
So, with a cold expression, he nodded.
Amelia Avery leaned close to Tiana’s ear and said just three words: "The high school!"
Hearing Amelia’s words, Tiana’s eyes filled with surprise. She then watched as Amelia left with those men.
She didn’t snap out of it until Amelia and the men had disappeared from sight.
She hurried back toward the school.
...
「At that moment, in the Summers family home, Caleb Grayson had arrived with Mae Lynch to apologize and formally propose marriage.」
Joseph Summers and his wife were finally a bit more at ease after learning that the other party was also a wealthy and influential family.
At least their daughter had good taste. As for the whole business of getting married in secret without their consent, they decided to let it slide for now.
They had a child now, anyway, so they could just happily hold a proper wedding ceremony to make it official.
Mika Summers sat next to Una Sullivan, her heart pounding with anxiety. ’Making a decision like this without Tristan’s consent... I don’t know if he’ll be angry.’
Watching them happily set a date, all she could do was sigh. There was nothing else she could do.
"Well, we’ll be on our way now."
Una Sullivan replied warmly, "Alright, travel safely. Mika, what are you spacing out for? Go see your mother-in-law out."
"Oh..."
Mika Summers stood up, but before she could take a step, Mae Lynch smiled and quickly waved her hands. "No, no, that’s not necessary. Mika, you stay here for a few days. We’ll have Tristan come pick you up when he gets back."
"Okay, I understand..."
Watching her father-in-law and mother-in-law leave, her expression soured. ’Should I tell Mom and Dad not to rush into setting a date? What if Tristan doesn’t agree?’
She clutched her phone, thought for a moment, and decided to call Tristan to ask.
Back in her room, she dialed the number and waited anxiously. The call connected after three or four rings.
Before she could speak, a very pleasant female voice came through the line. "Hello?"
"—" Hearing that voice, she froze completely.
She didn’t know how to respond. Or rather, she wanted to hang up the phone, to escape from this woman’s voice...
"Are you looking for Tristan? He can’t come to the phone right now. If you have a message, you can just tell me, and I’ll pass it along to him later," the woman’s soft, sweet voice continued.
Tears streamed from the corners of Mika Summers’s eyes. Suppressing her true emotions, she said coldly, "That won’t be necessary."
"Oh... okay then..." the woman replied, her voice tinged with disappointment and helplessness.
Mika Summers hung up, laughed self-deprecatingly, and tossed her phone onto the bed. ’I should have known. Calling him was just asking to be humiliated...’
On the other end of the line, Maggie Monroe held the phone, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips.
’It was a good thing I threw a fit and confiscated Tristan’s phone last time. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have even known this bitch was trying to get her hooks into him.’
"Who was that on the phone just now?" Just then, Tristan Grayson walked over carrying a tray of food, glancing nonchalantly at the phone in Maggie’s hand.
Maggie Monroe shrugged, feigning exasperation. "Who else could it be? Just another shameless telemarketer."
Tristan Grayson frowned slightly. "A telemarketer?" He didn’t think anyone would be bold enough—or suicidal enough—to make a sales call to him.
