the first time I’d ever stood my ground so firmly in front of Bryant
That was the fi
er me, and his reply was even more
His eyes
res widened in surprise, a nce swept over dismissively cold, “You''ll have to wait, regardless!”
“Fine.” | nodded slightly, my voice calm yet loaded, “Then I''ll make sure everyone knows that the Ferguson family is rotten from
the inside out, rotten to the point where a mistress can step over the legal wife! How are you going to face your grandpa who just
passed away?”
Mentioning his grandpa took him aback.
It seemed to dawn on him after a moment; that Timothy had othing but despise for his ambiguous rtionship with Margaret!
| wasn’t sure if he was thinking about Timothy or worried about Margaret’s reputation, but finally, Bryant swallowed hard,
suppressing his emotions, n I need at Margaret, and said coldly, “Your friend can stay in a regr room; that’s final!”
Margaret was still unhappy, “Bry...”
Bryant, rubbing his temples in frustration, snapped, “Enough, stop messing around!”
Oh.
So, he knew Margaret was the one messing around.
| didn’t want to dwell on it. Thinking too much would only hurt me. | spoke softly, “Thank you, Mr. Ferguson. I''ll arrange for my
aunt to be moved up here.”
Hearing me call him that made him frown, but he kept his face cold and said no more.
| kept my emotions in check and turned to Mark, “Mark, let’s go.”
“Okay,” Mark nodded and followed me out.
Downstairs, | made my way to my aunt’s room, where Allen was smoking outside.
“She can move to the room now, on the 16th floor.”
| approached him and stated the oue sinctly.
Honestly, | couldn’t bring myself to like Allen; the less | said to him, the better.
Allen immediately showed a satisfied smile, the smell of smoke clinging to him, and cheerfully said, “Well, Mrs. Ferguson''s status
sure does wonders. She just fell asleep, but I''ll wake her up to switch rooms.”
| frowned, “...Let’s wait until Auntie wakes up.”
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“That works too.”
He crushed his cigarette on the ground, opened the door, and called out to Leroy, “Jane’se back. Aren’t youing out?”
Wondering why he was calling out to
Leroy, | then heard him casually say,
pping Leroy on the shoulder, ;Your
cousin j tgradvatea ight? His
irftelriship at that smallpany was
a dead end, no future. Get him into
the Ferguson Group, maybend him
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My headache intensified. “I’ve already resigned from the Ferguson Group. Plus, it’s not mine tomand, | can’t just let him in
and put him wherever | want.”
“Come on, Jane.” Leroy, much like Allen, casually said, “You’s worked at the Ferguson Group for years, even if you’ve resigned,
you''ve got connectics, Hooking me up with a position shouldn''t be too hard, right?”
“Exactly. Jane, he went into fashion design because of you. You''ve got to help him out. Besides, we’re all family here. If he does
well, it reflects well on you too.”
Allen echoed enthusiastically, once
again leveraging gratitude to make
demands, “Besides, jf (Cwetent ￥}
opr fant king you in all those
years, you wouldn''t be where you are
now. We yed a major role in your
rise to high society!” The content is
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| almostughed out of sheer frustration.
Truth be told, the things my aunt had yelled at him today were spot on.
The things I''d endured all those years
staying with them: sleeping on the
balcony, studying ths, parko mM
benphenbesaiel was the only
quiet ce | could find, being scolded
for showering too early or toote,
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