Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 603 - 602: I’m Here to Take Responsibility
「University A」
Maxwell Peary parked the car directly in front of the girls’ dormitory, then got out and opened the passenger door.
Nia Mitchell gave an awkward smile, feeling obligated to get out of the car under everyone’s gaze.
Many people knew about the previous post and began to point and whisper.
This man must be the rumored Young Master Peary, far more handsome than in the photos from that post.
But that woman must be the secret lover, right?
Could this woman actually be a student at University A?
Everyone was criticizing Nia Mitchell, accusing her of going astray and being someone else’s secret lover.
However, even though they were criticizing her, their hearts were filled more with envy.
"Uncle, you can just wait in the car for me."
Nia Mitchell planned to call Fiona Sutton out. However, she worried Fiona wouldn’t answer her phone. Even if she did, Nia doubted she had the ability to convince Fiona to come down just through a call.
"What?"
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow. What does this Rabina Mitchell mean?
He had come all this way, and she was just going to leave him waiting in the car?
So, in her eyes, was he just a chauffeur?
Otherwise, what was the point of him coming here?
"Uncle, are you planning to go up?"
Nia Mitchell pointed upstairs with a laugh. This is a girls’ dormitory, Uncle. You can’t be serious, can you?
Maxwell Peary frowned, momentarily stunned. Realization dawned, and he cursed inwardly, annoyed with himself.
"Then hurry up."
Maxwell Peary could only get back in the car to wait. This feeling is rather peculiar, he thought.
Nia Mitchell smiled, ignoring the judging stares, and ran straight upstairs.
"This woman is absolutely shameless!"
"Yes, look at how she’s dressed. If you didn’t know better, you’d think she was a decent person."
"How could a good person act like this, being someone’s secret lover?"
"Tsk, she’s just a gold digger. So typical."
...
The buzz continued, filling her ears with distasteful insults.
Nia Mitchell clenched her fists, telling herself not to care, not to listen.
She hurried upstairs and quickly arrived at a dorm room door.
To her surprise, she heard a man’s voice.
"Fiona Sutton, I’m telling you, you’d better think this through carefully!"
The man’s voice was laced with anger; his furious roar was quite frightening.
Nia Mitchell paused, stopping in her tracks.
"I’ve already made myself crystal clear: we’re through! Yancy Hastings, are you going to be this unreasonable?"
Fiona Sutton was seething with anger. This Yancy Hastings wasn’t just stubborn; he was infuriatingly pigheaded.
"I’ve told you, since we’ve already crossed that line, I’ll take responsibility."
Responsibility was Yancy Hastings’ only excuse now.
Fiona Sutton felt like she was going crazy. When had she ever asked him to take this damn responsibility?
"Who asked you to take responsibility? Yancy Hastings, you listen up! It was *I* who slept with *you*, not the other way around! What damn responsibility are you even talking about?"
Fiona Sutton roared in anger, wishing she could just slap him.
Okay, she admitted she *had* tried to slap him just moments before, but his reflexes were quicker. The shameless bastard had caught her outstretched hand.
Damn it! Soldiers were really something else, just too badass.
"Since you admitted that you slept with me, I now demand that you take responsibility."
Fiona Sutton: .....!!!!
PFFFT—
She really wanted to cough up blood all over this shameless guy’s face!
"Yancy Hastings! I’ll fight you to the death!!!!"
