"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have bothered with that brat."
After Jasmine Brown thought about it for two seconds, she called Monte Miller.
The call was connected as soon as it rang. Monte Miller's slightly nervous voice soon followed. "She agreed?"
"No. Rejected."
The phone went silent.
"Tomorrow is a holiday. I'm going to come home and go to her," Monte Miller said.
"What's so good about that brat? She's just pretty. She doesn't have the slightest education. Plus, she's so eccentric." Jasmine Brown didn't understand. When she had introduced her partners to Monte Miller in the past, he had insisted on opposing her.
It was always about these matters that they also argued a lot. When she called him this time, Monte Miller had readily agreed.
"Was it because he had reached that marriageable age that she had finally found out?"
"Then we'll cut it off for now. You'll come home tomorrow. I'll catch an old hen for extra food. Then I'll catch you carp grass."
While Jasmine Brown was on the phone, she yelled at Edric Miller to bring in the broilers. Although the broilers were not worth much, if Jade Springfield did not agree to this marriage, they certainly would not be given away.
Dante Westwood stood aside as he watched Jade Springfield fish.
"Splash!" Jade Springfield spun her fishing rod and pulled out a crucian carp that weighed a few pounds.
Dante Westwood was excited to see them. When he saw the fish being pulled out, he went over to help retrieve it. He saw fish in the plastic buckets; It was completely crowded and dark. Did not make so much effort to catch so many?
Dante Westwood then looked at the other villagers. Some had empty buckets. For some, their buckets only had small finger-sized fish. It was unfortunate.
Not long after, Jade Springfield's float moved again.
This had Dante Westwood confused. Why did the fish only take her bait? Could it be because Jade Springfield was pretty?
Just as Dante Westwood was lost in thought about her, Jade Springfield pulled hard on her fishing rod.
It was another crucian carp. Dante Westwood rubbed his hands together. His heart stung as he saw the fishing rod in Jade Springfield's hands.
Jade Springfield felt the burning gaze from beside her. She glanced sideways and asked Dante Westwood, "Do you want to try it?"
He would love to, but it wouldn't be appropriate, would it? He was here to protect Jade, not the fish. In the end, Dante Westwood put on a straw hat and sat by the pond, fishing leisurely.
Jade Springfield and Bun sat in the shade of a large tree. In front of them were fruits that they had prepared at home.Dante Westwood fished for some time before one took the bait. He stood up excitedly, then raised the fishing rod.
It was not small at all!
"Splash!" The fish slipped off the hook and fell back into the water.
Dante Westwood held his position as he held the rod, as stiff as a stick. He couldn't believe that today he couldn't catch a single fish.
Jade Springfield took Bun's hand and walked behind Dante Westwood.
"Mrs. Springfield, where are you going?" Dante Westwood turned to ask.
"The store up ahead. It's not far, just a five-minute walk." Jade Springfield was about to bring Bun over to get some snacks. In fact, she was quite hungry herself, craving some chips.
"I'll accompany you both." Dante Westwood stood up.
Jade Springfield turned to look at Dante Westwood. "You can continue fishing."
"I can't do that. I'm supposed to protect both of you.
As Dante Westwood said this, A couple of silver minibuses stopped by the road. A group of men wearing black sunglasses quickly jumped out of the vehicles and ran towards Jade Springfield.
Watching this unfold, Dante Westwood's expression became tense and stern. Miss Springfield, take the young master and escape quickly. Leave it to me.
"Protect Bun well," Jade Springfield said as she ran head on towards the approaching men.