When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 152: Ma’am, Have Some Self-Respect
The coffee shop was quite crowded.
After ordering their coffee, the mother and daughter sat together at a table near the entrance.
From their vantage point, they could see a massive LCD screen on another one of the mall’s buildings, which was broadcasting an event happening inside.
It turned out to be a brand event. Yara York, the brand ambassador, was there in person for an offline promotion, and her fans had come to see their idol.
Blaze Fairchild must have been there for the same event.
On the screen, Yara York took the stage amidst the cheers of her fans.
Holding a microphone, Yara York greeted her fans.
Her delicate, gentle voice made Luna Axton’s heart melt. ’How could anyone ever get angry at someone like that?’
After Yara York finished her greeting, the head of the brand took the stage. He was a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes. He had the distinct, chiseled features often seen in Westerners, his facial lines as sharp as if carved by a knife.
Then, the host announced Blaze Fairchild’s name.
He was the last one to go on stage, and he left right after taking a group photo with the relevant staff.
This left Yara York alone on stage to represent the brand, interact with fans, and showcase the products.
Luna Axton looked away from the screen and started chatting with her mother.
"Sweetheart, your thermos." Russell Frost, who had left for a moment, returned with the thermos she had left in the car.
"Thanks, Dad." It all felt so natural.
Russell Frost’s expression remained calm, but inside, he was bursting with joy at hearing her call him ’Dad’.
The event at the mall didn’t last long.
After Yara York left, her fans departed in a swarm.
Jenna Axton and Russell Frost finished their coffee and saw that Luna had nearly finished the small dessert in front of her.
The three of them left and went for a stroll to see what gifts they could buy for Ms. Brooks and Mr. Coleman.
"Ms. Brooks really loves the scented diffusers from that one store. We should go buy another one for her, maybe in a different fragrance."
Jenna Axton remembered all of her good friend Ms. Brooks’s likes and dislikes.
"The pajamas from that shop are really high quality. We could get a matching set for Ms. Brooks and Mr. Coleman," Luna Axton added, spotting a familiar brand.
Surrounded by his wife and daughter, Russell Frost was in high spirits. "Great, let’s go to both."
’I must be the happiest man in the world.’
When the mall was crowded, a family of three didn’t easily attract attention.
But now that the event was over and Yara York’s fans had dispersed, the mall was no longer crowded.
The family’s distinct and elegant air made them stand out.
Especially to someone who knew all three of them.
At first, Rosalind Fairchild couldn’t believe her eyes.
She stopped in her tracks, standing by the second-floor railing. After a closer look, her eyes widened with a rage so intense it felt like they would burst.
The object of her gaze was Luna Axton’s family of three.
Jenna Axton sprayed some perfume on a tester strip and gently waved it in front of Russell Frost.
It looked like they were buying perfume.
Luna Axton was there too, holding a product and approaching them with a bright smile.
The sight of that happy family of three was a dagger to her heart.
’Russell is actually with that bitch Adriana Frost.’
’They’ve reunited as a family!’
’When did this happen?’
’Ever since Miles Jacobs was gone, I haven’t been able to get any news about Russell.’
’It’s already May, so why hasn’t Russell gone to Kamaria to take up his post?’
’Did he really stay in the country?’
’But there hasn’t been any news about anyone else taking the position in Kamaria, either.’
Rosalind Fairchild couldn’t figure it out, but she didn’t need to.
’None of that matters.’
’I have nothing left, while Adriana Frost has everything.’
’I won’t accept this!’
Rosalind Fairchild gripped her handbag so tightly her knuckles turned white.
She wished she could channel all that force onto Adriana Frost’s neck and strangle the bitch to death!
Standing on the second floor, Rosalind Fairchild trembled uncontrollably in a fit of rage.
In the store, they bought quite a few things. After Russell Frost paid, he carried the shopping bags, and the three of them went to the home goods store next door.
"Hmph!" Rosalind Fairchild snorted coldly.
’Caleb is always by Luna Axton’s side, so I can’t touch her.’
’But Adriana Frost...’
’Adriana Frost is back to work at Kensing.’
’If I can’t have Russell, no one else can. I’ll send that bitch to hell.’
A plan formed in Rosalind Fairchild’s mind. She stopped watching the family of three below, put on her sunglasses, and left.
’Go on, be happy. You won’t have many more days left to smile anyway.’
After buying gifts for Ms. Brooks and Mr. Coleman, it was almost time for lunch.
Russell Frost drove the mother and daughter to a well-regarded, long-established restaurant for lunch.
Once they had bought all the ingredients the family wanted, they headed to Veridian Lake.
Luna Axton sat in the spacious back seat, her head resting against a pillow, comfortably taking an afternoon nap.
When they arrived, Uncle Foster and his staff had already gotten almost everything ready.
"Young Madam, I’ve wiped down every surface in the house. The bedding and tableware have all been taken care of."
Uncle Foster didn’t know if they were staying the night, but since they were coming, he figured he should clean the place thoroughly so it would look fresh and comfortable.
After explaining everything, Uncle Foster left two maids there to attend to them and took the rest of the staff back to Fairchild Estate.
Meanwhile, after the event, Blaze Fairchild was having lunch with the brand’s founder, its regional general manager, the brand ambassador Yara York, and a few other mid-level managers.
This kind of social engagement wasn’t something Blaze Fairchild would normally handle, but the staff from the business and public relations departments were on vacation.
Since Luna wasn’t home, he was willing to spend some time accommodating the other party for the sake of a mutually beneficial partnership.
Everything at the table was proceeding normally until the brand ambassador, Yara York, prompted by a look from the regional general manager, picked up her wine glass and approached Blaze Fairchild.
"President Fairchild, I’d like to propose a toast to you."
Her delicate, gentle voice made every man at the table stare.
Some who had been drinking were already fantasizing about pinning such a great beauty to a bed...
It was just a shame that Yara York was destined to be President Fairchild’s for the night.
Everyone was counting on Yara York to put in the effort and please President Fairchild, hoping he would then concede some benefits.
Blaze Fairchild remained seated, taking in everyone’s intentions at a glance.
He knew how difficult things could be for women in the professional world. "Please, help yourself. I’ll be driving later, so I won’t be drinking."
Rejected, Yara York’s expression flickered with displeasure for a moment. ’I’m the nation’s goddess! Who wouldn’t want to marry me? Who doesn’t love my legs?’
’All men are the same. What’s with the prim and proper act?’
’This President Fairchild just cares about his image, right? I have my ways!’
With that thought, her soft arm reached for Blaze Fairchild’s shoulder.
Just as she was about to touch him, a sharp pain shot through her wrist.
An ice-cold hand had seized her wrist with such force that she let out a scream.
Everyone who had been pretending not to notice now turned to look.
"Ma’am, have some self-respect!"
Kyle Joyce spoke with a smile, but his words effortlessly crushed Yara York’s pride into the mud.
This was the entertainment industry.
Once you signed with a powerless agency, nothing was in your control.
Hard work was important, of course, but when resources were controlled by a select few, you had to be willing to pay a price.
The "nation’s goddess" everyone adored still had to bow down for business behind closed doors.
Yara York was furious, but she would never let it show. Her soft, coquettish voice rang out, "You’re hurting me."
Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up, threatening to fall. She looked for all the world like a fragile, pitiful damsel in need of protection.
Kyle Joyce was unmoved. He forcefully threw off Yara York’s hand and stepped between her and the president.
Blaze Fairchild stood up and deliberately buttoned his suit jacket.
Then, under everyone’s watchful eyes, he turned and left.
The moment the private room’s door closed, President Fairchild’s voice, so cold it was devoid of any emotion, drifted back in.
"Don’t renew their store lease."
His voice wasn’t loud, but it was just loud enough for everyone to hear.
A shiver went through everyone’s hearts. All thoughts of eating and drinking vanished.
The brand’s owner had been desperate to break into the domestic market by partnering with Evergrow Group.
He had been very satisfied with their partnership over the past year.
That was why he had come in person and cordially invited President Fairchild to dinner.
President Fairchild had replied that lunch was fine, but he had to have dinner with his family.
That’s how he’d managed to get a meal with President Fairchild at all, only for the regional general manager to stage this whole dramatic scene.
Furious, he too rose from his seat and stormed out.
At that moment, a single thought ran through the minds of everyone left in the room: ’It’s over!’
