Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 148: Julian Fairchild, Do You Dare to Bet With Me?

The key point of Julian Fairchild’s words is, what is the relationship between her and Henry Hughes.

But for Maeve Lane, the focus shifted to why she should give him face.

It’s not the time when she was chasing after Julian Fairchild anymore, there’s no need to hold back her temper.

Maeve Lane’s temper is inherently irritable.

She seemed a bit impatient, "Yeah, I really don’t have much face with you, and nothing worthy of you making any changes, so that’s that, I don’t have time to meddle in your affairs either."

Before hanging up, she added, "If you’re going to fight, do it all at once, Henry Hughes is going to accompany me racing next week, if he’s not recovered by then..."

Maeve’s tone wasn’t pleasant, clearly feeling that such threats were of no use to Julian, she narrowed her eyes and rephrased, "If you want a fight, then come find me."

"I always welcome a challenge."

Her intention was simply not to mess up next week’s schedule.

She can take a hit better than Henry Hughes’ skinny frame, after all, her Sanda coach never treated her like a girl, and to this day no one has managed to beat her up badly.

But in Julian Fairchild’s ears, it was as if she threatened him using herself; his expression dark and undecipherable, "You actually went this far for him?"

Maeve frowned, "What if I did?"

Julian smirked, his tone full of deeper meaning, "Is this your final choice?"

She always hated beating around the bush and wouldn’t waste time guessing others’ thoughts.

Unspoken opinions, she assumes they are content.

Unspoken affection, she assumes nonexistence.

So Maeve said bluntly, "Talking to you is so exhausting."

The phone emitted a busy tone.

Seeing Julian Fairchild’s lost look, Henry Hughes initially thought he’d be happy, but in reality, he wasn’t as elated as he imagined.

Still unaware of his weak image in Maeve’s mind, Henry spoke, "This is good for both of you, you know many people ridicule Maeve for being shamelessly clingy when they see her with you, she was lukewarm to Maeve at first, so don’t trouble her now."

"Besides, you and her don’t get along." Even over the phone, it wasn’t easy to clear things up.

Henry thought, as a bystander he could see everything clearly, Maeve’s tone held no feelings beyond friendship.

But Julian Fairchild mistakenly thought it meant Maeve cared for him.

But Henry wouldn’t enlighten him.

The tone of these words was the gentlest all week.

Yet Julian Fairchild felt extreme despondency, hearing a sense of charity from a victor.

He chuckled lightly, "No need for your fake concern, Maeve has a fleeting interest in everyone, if she chases you, it definitely won’t exceed a month."

Julian stared at him, his tone intensely cold, "So what’s there for you to be so glad about?"

"Men who are with her the longest only stayed by her side for two weeks, even if you get together, Maeve would at most maintain her interest in you for two weeks."

Henry wasn’t provoked at all, he thought the current Julian was just convincing himself.

"Have you really been listening closely to Maeve’s matters?" Henry looked at him, "Since you’re so sure Maeve would quickly lose interest in me, why don’t we make another bet, whether I can win Maeve over and date her for more than a month."

Julian’s expression was dark and unreadable.

"If I succeed, you disappear from Maeve’s sight on your own." Henry paused for a moment, "If I don’t, I’ll disappear myself."

He smiled, glanced at Julian’s tightly clenched fists, "I know you find me an eyesore, so how about it, do we bet or not, we’re still brothers, it’s not a good look to tear each other apart."

"How about we handle this in a gentler way."