Sheldon Yale took over the conversation and, without waiting for Chester Yale to speak, waved to signal the servants to come forward and carry Misha Evans' luggage.
"Uncle, I have made myself very clear. I will not acknowledge the marriage with the Evans Family," Chester Yale's expression darkened as he stretched out his hand to stop Misha Evans, who was about to enter the manor.
Lowering his gaze, he swept over her with a harsh look, "If she wants to marry me, she's not qualified enough!"
"Chester…" The embarrassment flashed across Misha Evans' exquisitely made-up face. Biting her lip, she looked at Chester Yale with an aggrieved expression.
Wanting to say something but intimidated by his glare, she could only turn to Sheldon Yale for help.
"Misha is the prized jewel of the Evans family! If she's not qualified, do you really expect to marry that woman who has nothing and make her the Yale Family's Household Mistress?"
