Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 269 - 200: The Wishing Wood After Many Years

"Do you need to worry about it?" Maeve Lane said coldly, "Anyway, someone like you isn’t even worth a glance from him."

"You!"

"Just speaking the truth."

Maeve couldn’t be bothered with her anymore. Julian Fairchild would come looking for her later, so she decided to take a walk in the meantime.

Standing on a high spot, her attention was caught by a Wishing Tree adorned with numerous wishing plates.

Kylie Kendrick was still making a racket. After Maeve left, Kylie defiantly followed her!

With Julian Fairchild so close to Maeve now.

Where Maeve is, Julian Fairchild is sure to be!

To increase her presence in front of Julian Fairchild, she could only follow Maeve and grab more chances to be with him.

This Marriage Tree was very tall, so tall that a small staircase was specially built to help people hang their wishing plates on it.

Maeve glanced at this Marriage Tree, her entire being steeped in an exceptionally melancholic atmosphere.

Wearing a mask and unaccompanied, those around only mistook her for a pretty young passerby.

"Hmph, this Wishing Tree is very effective," Kylie Kendrick remarked, familiar with Mount Theron’s tales. "Especially this one, specifically for marriage connections. I mentioned you’d come here to put your name with Best Actor Fairchild’s and make a wish, right?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"I won’t let you succeed." Kylie haughtily raised her chin, pulling out a Wishing Plate, "I’ve already written my name with Fairchild’s name on it—you’re a step too late!"

Maeve finally reacted slightly, a bit miffed, "You wrote your name with Julian Fairchild’s?"

"Yeah, you can write but I can’t?!" Kylie said imperiously, "If you help me hang it up, I’ll forgive yesterday’s incident, otherwise beware the backlash once the show airs!"

"Heh." Maeve walked over, snatching the Wishing Plate from her hand. As expected, it bore the names "Julian Fairchild" and "Kylie Kendrick" carved on it. She smirked slightly, "Come here."

Kylie frowned, "What for?"

"Come here." Maeve’s voice was intimidatingly deep.

Kylie felt a twinge of fear. Though brash with words, she was inwardly cowardly.

Seeing her not move, Maeve stepped forward step by step, threading her fingers through the red string of the Wishing Plate, which dangled like a puppet in her palm, "Break it, yourself."

Kylie’s temper flared, "Why should I? It’s my right to write it. Who are you to Julian Fairchild to dare boss me around?!"

"I’m his girlfriend." Maeve chuckled lightly, the smile not reaching her eyes, "I’ll assume you didn’t know before. Now, right away, erase your name from beside my man’s."

"You say so and it is?!" Kylie was momentarily dazed, then screamed like her world had crumbled, "Impossible, Fairchild wouldn’t fall for a deceitful woman like you! You must be tricking me, do you think I’m so easily fooled?!"

A sharp pain shot through her scalp. As her words trailed off, Maeve grabbed her hair, causing her to shriek like a pig being slaughtered—

"Let go, let go!! It hurts, it hurts!"

Maeve acted as if she hadn’t heard, coldly slapping her, sending Kylie kneeling onto the ground.

Kylie’s head buzzed and her face covered in disbelief, "You dared to hit me..."

"I’ve hit you, why so much nonsense?"

Maeve crouched down, tossing the plate at her feet, "Now, break this plate, do I need to repeat myself?"

Kylie’s face throbbed with excruciating pain, having never been slapped like this before, she was too stunned to react.

Until she looked up and met the icy glare in Maeve’s eyes, she shuddered all over, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell..."

"Smack!"

Another slap.

Kylie’s cheeks hurt unbearably, tears sprung forth from her eyes, making her pitiful appearance evoke sympathy from anyone who saw her.

But Maeve had no intention of being sympathetic.

She had been vexed by Kylie for a long while, "You should be grateful the show’s presence saved you from more of a beating."

"There are plenty of bitches like you asking for trouble." Maeve’s voice was cold to the bone, "But one as shameless, as displeasing to me as you, Kylie Kendrick, you’re the first."

Her voice was becoming impatient.

Kylie’s eyes were red. Maeve’s demeanor was so terrifying, even listening to her made Kylie tremble, each pause threatening the next slap to land on her face.