Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 605 - 604: See What It Means to be Shameless
"BANG!"
The door slammed shut again, nearly hitting Nia Mitchell in the nose.
The sudden rush of air struck her face, making her shiver.
HMPH— What an arrogant man.
Fiona Sutton stood inside the dormitory, her brows knitted and her face tight with displeasure.
"What gives you the right to chase people out of my dormitory?"
That damned Yancy Hastings! He had absolutely no manners, treating a girl like that.
"She’s my good friend! Look at you, always accusing others of lacking character. Do you have any?"
Fiona Sutton shouted angrily. People who constantly criticized others while remaining oblivious to their own shortcomings were the most detestable.
Yancy Hastings looked at Fiona Sutton, his expression stern and unyielding.
"I’m telling you, since we’ve already slept together, don’t think you can just walk away clean. I want to take responsibility, and you dare to refuse? Fiona Sutton, is there something wrong with your head?"
If word of this got out, people would think he, Yancy Hastings, was completely inept.
But was he lacking in any way? He was a genuine, hardened soldier with an impeccable background, no bad habits, no romantic entanglements, from a wealthy family, owned a house and a car, had savings, and wasn’t bad-looking either. What on earth was wrong with this little brat?
"You’re the one with a problem! Your whole family has problems!"
Fiona Sutton screamed, utterly shameless.
"I’m telling you now, no matter what you say or what you think, I don’t want to have anything to do with you."
Fiona Sutton plopped down onto a stool, adopting a ’what will be, will be’ attitude.
No matter what you say, or how things happened, the outcome is clear. I don’t want anything to do with you, so just get lost!
Yancy Hastings stood there, his face dark and his brow deeply furrowed.
"You’re already entangled with me."
He stood there stubbornly, saying nothing more, simply persisting.
Fiona Sutton rubbed her forehead. It was impossible to reason with him. This was just too much, far too much.
"Damn you to hell!" she roared, but... it was no use.
When there was no response after Nia Mitchell knocked on the door, she could only lower her head and walk away.
Downstairs, Maxwell Peary sat frowning in his car. He watched as a stream of girls passed by, many of them lingering around his vehicle. Someone even brazenly knocked on his car window, trying to pick him up.
Damn it, wasn’t he a married man with principles?
Julia Adams already knew Maxwell Peary’s identity. She had been bored in the dormitory earlier that day when she overheard some people discussing him.
How strange. Maxwell Peary was here? He must have come with Nia Mitchell.
At this thought, she quickly put on some makeup and hurried downstairs.
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK."
She knocked politely on the car window, put on her most charming smile, and stood there, waiting for Maxwell Peary to open up.
Julia Adams was confident Maxwell Peary would open the door. But after two minutes of waiting and staring at the motionless car, her expression darkened.
Damn it!
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK."
She continued to knock, refusing to believe Maxwell Peary could be so ungentlemanly. He would surely open the door.
Maxwell Peary frowned. He glanced at Julia Adams, feeling intensely uncomfortable.
"Young Master Peary," Julia Adams began, her expression a little strained.
"Young Master Peary, I’m Julia Adams. Do you remember me?" Julia Adams continued, forgetting that Maxwell Peary, inside the car, couldn’t hear a word.
He couldn’t hear! Oh, fuck!
Julia Adams kept knocking. Finally, Maxwell Peary, looking like he was about to explode, rolled down the window.
"Young Master Peary, I’m Julia Adams."
