Chapter 1145: Chapter 1145: Take Him Away, Break His Legs, and Throw Him Out

Aurora Coldwell looked at the man in front of her, handsome to the point of being almost diabolical, listening to him seriously and seductively calling her "Little Qing," her long-sealed heartstrings gently trembled.

Since she lost the ability to speak, she has tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships; the young gentlemen who were once around her have now flocked to Brooke Coldwell after all, it is impossible for a mute to inherit the Coldwell Family’s business.

If it weren’t for the third of the Coldwell Clan’s shares held by her mother, and left to her, she would have long been driven out of Brocade City. Actually, these years, her father, misled by her stepmother’s slander, has essentially thrown her to Italy, leaving her to fend for herself.

She no longer dares to trust anyone easily, but it seems different with this man she saved. They are both people abandoned by the world and have a kind of indescribable trust.

Aurora Coldwell took out a memo pad and wrote, "Mr. Squire, you can tell me anytime you want to terminate the agreement."

Griffith Squire heard this, his eyes as bright as cold stars, smiled and said, "Alright."

"Miss, the three drivers at home are all unavailable, the master asked us to take a cab back." Butler Zhao said angrily after making a phone call to the driver.

Aurora’s eyes dimmed a bit; she had already guessed it. No one at home welcomed her back.

"I drove here, let’s go." Griffith Squire, handsome and dashing, took over the trolley from the butler’s hand and pushed the luggage forward.

"Mr. Squire, you already have a car so quickly?" Butler Zhao asked with an overjoyed expression.

"Just picked it up."

By the time Griffith Squire had put all the luggage in the car, Butler Zhao’s mouth was agape, a Bugatti Veyron? This car must be worth millions, right?

Aurora Coldwell was slightly stunned when she saw the car, she remembered Benedict also had a similar car, she wondered if it was a coincidence or if Griffith Squire deliberately bought the same model.

"Mr. Squire, did you go borrow a loan shark?" Butler Zhao asked seriously, refusing to get in the car.

Griffith Squire was momentarily shocked, reached out his long arm, and took the conservative, old-fashioned butler aside. Before long, the butler was all smiles.

Aurora Coldwell was a bit surprised, seeing the always conservative butler be so easily swayed by him, her apprehension toward visiting the Coldwell Family lessened, and a glimmer of hope rose in her heart; perhaps this man’s appearance could indeed change many things.

Coldwell Mansion was located in the most expensive villa district of Brocade City, designed in the style of Suzhou gardens, as the heritage of the late Coldwell Madam, this unique mansion originally belonged to Aurora Coldwell, but over the years it had been occupied by her stepmother Zoe Kingston; returning to her mansion meant contending with her stepmother’s attitude.

Butler Zhao had already explained the situation of the Coldwell Family along the way, Griffith Squire drove the car smoothly, arriving at Coldwell Mansion in less than an hour. Looking at the ancient and majestic house ahead, he smiled wickedly, this would be his new home from now on.

The Coldwell Mansion was filled with Zoe Kingston’s confidants, the servants were shocked to see the long-absent Miss return in a luxury car, quickly running off to report.

On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the next day was Chinese New Year’s Eve. Learning that Aurora Coldwell was returning that day, Zoe Kingston took her daughter Brooke Coldwell early for styling, dressing exquisitely and elegantly, and deliberately invited her future son-in-law Benedict and nephew George Kingston over for dinner, planning to give Aurora a blow on her first day back, to ensure Brooke suppressed the legitimate daughter so much she couldn’t raise her head, shocked to learn Aurora came back in a luxury car.

How did this stupid girl who was dumb and clueless when she left manage to come back in a luxury car?

"Mom, is Sister back?" Brooke Coldwell’s looks could only be considered plain, but fortunately her makeup was exquisite, turning three points of beauty into seven.

Benedict, who was sitting drinking tea, and George Kingston both looked up upon hearing this, each with different expressions.

It’s been over five years since Ah Qing left, Benedict was slightly dazed, feeling time had truly flown. If it hadn’t been for that accident back then, Ah Qing wouldn’t have become mute and foolish, the family wouldn’t have canceled the engagement, turning to have him engaged to Brooke Coldwell.

Benedict glanced at Brooke Coldwell before him, understanding why he always felt there was a lack of excitement.

As for George Kingston, his eyes brightened, once he married Aurora Coldwell and secured a third of the Coldwell Clan’s shares, he’d be able to dominate Brocade City, and the Coldwell Clan would clean up his indulgence.

"That girl really is something, turning mute and foolish, yet stubbornly choosing to flee abroad despite no one in the family disliking her. Still, it’s good that she’s back, just as well." Zoe Kingston smiled at her future son-in-law, subtly derogating Aurora once again; her eyes were filled with contempt. Even if the legitimate daughter’s brat returned in a luxury car, she couldn’t shake off her mute, foolish reputation, having irked the elderly in the past, it’s nothing to deal with a junior, right?

As Zoe Kingston’s words fell, a group had already entered outside. The man in the lead dressed in a refined gentleman’s suit, standing at a height of six feet two, remarkable and uncommon, with handsome yet wicked features and a wild aura. The combination of wildness and gentility created a strong sense of conflict, captivating all eyes as they stepped inside.

The man elegantly surveyed everyone, his eyes smiling yet not smiling, turned to Aurora Coldwell behind him and smiled, "Little Qing, which floor do we live on?"

It was then that everyone noticed Aurora Coldwell behind the man, all startled upon seeing her, especially Benedict, whose gaze sparked and burned brightly. After five years without contact, she hadn’t changed at all, while these people had long been mired in worldly vulgarity; but Ah Qing seemed to exist in her own world, remaining poetically fresh.

George Kingston’s eyes also brightened, not expecting Aurora Coldwell to grow up so beautiful; the women he played with before couldn’t even compare to her shadow, once married home, he’d certainly have fun.

The mother-daughter pair of the Kingston Family looked grim.

Brooke Coldwell was the first to react, stepping forward to take her hand and smile, "Sister, you finally came back?"

Aurora Coldwell discreetly leaned toward Griffith Squire.

The man smiled, slightly holding her slender shoulder, his eyes deep as the night sky, humorlessly said to Brooke Coldwell, "You must be Brooke, I’m Little Qing’s fiancé, you can call me brother-in-law. Little Qing is quite tired from the journey, I’ll take her to rest first."

Before Griffith Squire finished speaking, the hall had already drawn a collective gasp. Zoe Kingston’s face turned sharply, she angrily said, "Where did this swindler come from, trying to deceive our Coldwell Family? Servants, cripple him and drive him out."

The Coldwell Family’s servants approached menacingly to drive them away.

Griffith Squire’s eyes flickered with a hint of bloodlust, his lips curled coldly; since entering Coldwell Mansion, he noticed Aurora’s expression seemed lifeless and dull. Seeing Mrs. Kingston’s fierce manner now made it clear, had she not feigned foolishness, Little Qing might have already been dead.