Chapter 15

“President, Mr. Sexton has been itching for you to tie the knot so he can cuddle his great–grandchildren already.”

Palmer replied with a cool detachment, “He’s already got three great–grandkids, and with his current health, he can’t even lift one.”

The youngest of the Pollack family’s great–grandchildren was five, and last year, Sexton threw his back out picking one of them up, and he was laid up in bed for two weeks.

Xander was speechless.

“Don’t be so hardheaded with Mr. Sexton. His health isn’t great, and besides, the Pollack family and the Schnabel family are well–matched. The Schnabel boys are all top–notch, and Ms. Schnabel is surely no slouch, either.

This marriage has been set for ages, decided by the Schnabel and Pollack families together. You’ve got to consider the reputation of the Schnabel family, too.”

Palmer slightly lifted his eyelids. “Zip it, or you’ll be the one marrying Ms. Schnabel.”

Xander quickly clammed up. He was fifty–three, not exactly in the marrying age bracket!

At Rising Glory Mall

Briony clutched her little purse, her eyes brimming with eagerness. “Mom, is the handkerchief we reserved finally in stock? We gotta snag it this time!”

Master Azure’s designs required not just a reservation but a mad dash to purchase.

Even with a reservation, it was just a ticket in whether you can actually buy anything is a

matter of fate.

Belinda chuckled with pride. “Of course, for my darling daughter, I’ve rallied all our servants to help nab that Master Azure design. Didn’t you say Milford’s coming with you today, sweetheart?”

Briony blushed, shyly saying, “Milford texted that he’s stuck in traffic. He’ll be late.”

Just thinking about her gentle and tall fiancé, soon to be all hers, Briony felt a surge of pride.

The Rosenbergs had a slightly higher standing than the Lamberts; Belinda had to pull all sorts of strings for the Lamberts to climb the social ladder through the Rosenbergs, but luckily, Briony has always been close with Milford since young.

The mother and daughter waited in line to enter the mall, with Briony standing on tiptoes, scanning the crowd for Milford.

There would be plenty of socialites here today; she had to keep an eye on Milford and show

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that such a catch

had just entered Rising Glory Mall, ready to get in touch with Kital, when someone blocked her path.

is that really you? I’ve missed you so much!”

Noella was puzzled.

this

eyeing the crowd for fresh talent for his soccer team when he spotted a figure in

It was Noella!

If you’re willing. I can take you

Noella was speechless.

kind of big, sick joke

It broke my heart to learn you’re not Mr. Lambert’s daughter. I’ve been unable to eat or sleep since you left; I’m

frowned. “Who the heck are you?”

you still resent me, but

grudge. I know you

gagged on her breakfast.

if you can

won’t need to buy oil for the

being a playboy, always on the prowl for pretty women, with nine out

numbered down to their height, weight,

live

nonsense, raised her hand and slapped Milford

her hand into his embrace, instead took at solid

Milford was stunned.

could Noella hit so hard?!

the distance, Briony screamed, “Ahh! Noella, you bitch,

Seeing Milford holding his face, she felt a pang of sympathy.

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she still bugging

to Emerald County? Did you know Briony and I were

for Milford. but he’s my fiancée, and you have nothing to do with him.

So pretentious.

and glanced at Belinda and Briony. “If you’re sick in the head, go

top, suddenly saw the still–closed mall doors swing open.

sharp suit, stood at the entrance, his usually cold face softened upon seeing

“Noella, come here.”

and soon

wondered, “Mom, what’s going on with Noella? Who was that guy just now? He seemed… not ordinary.”

her teeth and spat out, “That chick must be too proud to crawl back to her backwater town and decided to use her pretty face to snag a rich guy! She’s really living up to her lowly fate. Briony, if she ever comes crawling to you, you better

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