Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 581 - 580: She Refuses! Refuses!
With Evelyn Peary’s direct nature, how could she possibly stand by and let Phoebe Harris carry on bossing people around? So, she voiced her criticism bluntly, then shot Phoebe a disdainful glare.
Phoebe Harris was furious at this. "Sir, just look at her!" she exclaimed, turning to Samuel Peary, who was sitting to one side, absolutely livid.
"Just hold your tongue," Samuel Peary retorted.
Was Samuel Peary actually siding with Evelyn Peary? Everyone present was a little surprised, but on second thought, they figured his change in attitude must be driven by some ulterior motive.
Evelyn Peary didn’t look at Samuel Peary, instead smiling at Yancy Hastings. "I agree to your request to break off the engagement. Let’s consider it settled. How about we get a meal together sometime after this current business is concluded?"
Evelyn Peary was in high spirits, so her words were laced with cheerfulness.
Yancy Hastings nodded, his back remaining ramrod straight as he sat. "I must be going."
He frowned, his tanned skin seeming to glow faintly. With that, he stood up. Every movement he made flowed with a natural power, as if he could hold the entire world in his grasp. His dominance wasn’t oppressive like Maxwell Peary’s; it was more of a steely, unyielding strength.
"Then I’ll see you out," Evelyn Peary offered, still in a good mood.
Yancy Hastings paused, shook his head, then looked towards Nia Mitchell. "I have a few words I’d like to say to you in private."
Yancy Hastings walked over to her, his voice devoid of any warmth, direct and almost a command.
Nia Mitchell frowned, somewhat startled by his approach.
Before she could react, Maxwell Peary, standing beside her, his expression darkened instantly. "She refuses."
He wants to speak privately with my wife? HMPH! Does Yancy Hastings think I’m invisible?
"Refuses?" Yancy Hastings’ voice turned cool. He hadn’t expected Maxwell Peary to reject him so bluntly, though on reflection, it wasn’t entirely unreasonable.
"Yes." Maxwell Peary looked Yancy Hastings straight in the eye and pulled Nia Mitchell closer to his side.
"Maxwell?" Nia Mitchell glanced at his hand gripping hers, a little taken aback.
"What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern, worried she might be unwell.
"Nothing." Nia Mitchell shook her head and let him continue holding her hand.
Only she truly understood her own feelings; anyone else would probably just think she was being overly dramatic.
Phoebe Harris’s lip curled. What a little seductress. Who does Nia Mitchell think she is? Flaunting their relationship in front of everyone like this. Is she trying to show us all how much Maxwell Peary dotes on her?
Nia Mitchell, oblivious to Phoebe Harris’s thoughts, felt a growing sense of unease. The tension between the man beside her and the one before her was palpable, like a chill in the air. The air between Maxwell Peary and Yancy Hastings crackled with unspoken hostility. A confrontation seemed imminent.
"I merely have a few questions I’d like to ask her," Yancy Hastings said, attempting to diffuse the charged atmosphere.
"No." Came Maxwell Peary’s curt, arrogant reply. He wasn’t budging.
"It’s just a few words," Yancy Hastings reiterated, his brow furrowed in displeasure.
"No."
This is my wife! What is Yancy Hastings trying to pull? Besides, I know him too well; he could never develop feelings for Rabina Mitchell. In his mind, he and Rabina Mitchell should never be together.
"You!" Yancy Hastings was enraged. "Damn it!"
