Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 610 - 609: Dealing with You on the Spot
Charles Northwood was startled, turning his head to look at Fiona Sutton.
"I really have something to say to you."
He frowned, somewhat displeased. He glanced at Yancy Hastings sitting to one side; He didn’t want Fiona to be at a disadvantage.
"I’m not saying you don’t have anything important, but please leave quickly. Yancy Hastings and I still have matters to settle."
Fiona didn’t think those matters could be shared with Charles Northwood. She wanted to maintain a pure image in his eyes.
"Did you hear that?"
Yancy Hastings was delighted. HAHAHAHA! Charles Northwood, hurry up and get lost!
Charles Northwood frowned, thought for a moment, then stood up.
"Since you’ve decided, I’ll leave first."
After saying this, Charles Northwood left immediately.
Once he was gone, Fiona, her expression cold, looked at Yancy Hastings.
"I’ve already said what I needed to say. I hope you truly understand. I don’t like you. You can leave now."
Yancy Hastings frowned, disregarding her words. "Feelings can be cultivated," he said, his face cold.
"But I like Charles Northwood."
She sensed Yancy Hastings already knew this. So, she stated it bluntly.
After she finished speaking, Yancy Hastings froze completely. Time stretched on, feeling incredibly long.
As though a century had passed, Yancy Hastings said nothing more. He stood there, hesitating for a long time, his fists tightly clenched.
"Fine."
Then he turned around and left.
Looking at Yancy Hastings’s retreating figure, Fiona somehow sensed a touch of sadness about him.
"Yancy Hastings." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
For some reason, Fiona found herself calling out to him.
Yancy Hastings turned around. His wheat-colored face no longer held its previous untamed defiance.
"What is it?"
Fiona hesitated, unsure of what she should say, and bit her lip.
"Let’s never meet again."
These words were like a final blow to him. His wheat-colored face turned a shade paler.
"Mm."
He nodded, murmured a soft reply, and then turned and left.
Nia Mitchell was led downstairs by Maxwell Peary, pouting.
"Uncle, do you think Fiona has really forgiven me?" she asked, a bit curious and chattering nonstop.
"Of course," Maxwell Peary nodded, leading her to his car.
The car was once again surrounded by a group of women. Most of them were ostentatiously dressed, a sight that disgusted Maxwell Peary.
"Get lost!"
The single word startled everyone, and they immediately backed away.
Maxwell Peary led her to the car, opened the passenger-side Grand Gate for her, and helped her settle in.
"I don’t mind you standing there."
After uttering these chilling words, he got into the driver’s Grand Gate, casually started the engine, and prepared to drive off.
The female students standing in front of the car were startled; none of them could believe he would just drive forward like that. Was he trying to run someone over?
"Slow down!"
Nia Mitchell was also startled. Fortunately, the female students quickly moved out of the way. The car, with a ROAR, shot forward like a sword leaving its sheath.
Nia Mitchell clutched her chest, looking disapprovingly at Maxwell Peary. "Uncle, you were really careless today! You should drive slowly. How could you be so reckless? What if there had been an accident?"
Nia Mitchell chattered incessantly, giving Maxwell Peary a bit of a headache.
What was this Rabina Mitchell doing? Was she actually accusing him?
"Say another word, and I’ll deal with you right here!"
Nia Mitchell fell silent, utterly speechless.
