Oliver Hughes blurted out the moment he regretted it.
He hastily added, "It's not that I must have her. I just pity her. If she doesn't get engaged to the Hughes Family, her own family will devour her. After all, she saved your life, so don't push her too far."
Cyan Marshall was about to speak when Oliver interrupted, "As long as she realizes her mistakes and apologizes to me. Plus, if she changes her dull, stubborn, and awkward personality, I can accept her."
Ashton Marshall glanced at Cyan Marshall and sneered, "My little nephew is quite kind-hearted."
"He wants reconciliation but doesn't want to admit it, so he's making this fuss," Cyan Marshall understood her son well.
A deeper smile appeared on Ashton's face, "Young couples' tricks?"
"Young people always like their relationships to be a bit intense," Cyan Marshall replied.
"Likes things intense." Ashton seemed to have found some useful information.
Cyan Marshall found his reaction odd, but before she could respond, Ashton had already lost patience, "Enough."
He turned his gaze to Oliver, "Either change the person or appease your fiancée. Don't delay the engagement party, understand?"
The man spoke these words gently, yet Oliver felt the oppressive aura beneath his smile.
Especially those deep, ink-black eyes that made Oliver uneasy: "I understand, understood."
"Good boy." Ashton was satisfied, walked over to Oliver, and patted his shoulder, "Remember to buy a gift for your future Aunt."
Oliver was shocked!
He watched Ashton leave, then turned to Cyan Marshall, "Mom, what Aunt?"
Cyan Marshall looked at him with frustration, "Your Uncle never likes to attend these parties, but he agreed to attend your engagement party this time because I asked him. On the other hand, it's to introduce your future Aunt and let those in the Marshall Family know that Mrs. Marshall's position is taken, putting an end to their petty schemes."
"I don't understand," Oliver was puzzled.
"You do know how your grandmother died and the current situation of the Marshall Family. Although your uncle has power over the family, your grandfather is still alive, and there is a woman and an illegitimate child by his side eyeing the Marshall Family."
Cyan Marshall didn't need to be too explicit with her words.
The Marshall Family was in chaos, and those people couldn't deal with Ashton openly, so they planned to exploit his marriage.
"Your uncle must have found the right person, planning to announce it at your engagement party. It won't be high-profile but will inform those who need to know."
"I've never seen a woman by Uncle's side."
The sudden news of an Aunt left Oliver shocked and curious.
Since childhood, Oliver had admired Ashton, particularly after Ashton's decisive victory in the Marshall Family power struggle. In his heart, he idolized Ashton as if he were divine.
It's hard to imagine what kind of woman would stand next to Ashton?
He thought, she must be noble, ethereal, like an immortal.
"I want to stay at Cascade Court for a few days," Oliver suddenly said.
Cascade Court was Ashton's private residence.
Cyan Marshall immediately saw through Oliver's intentions, "Before you satisfy your curiosity about your Aunt, you should think about the matter between you and Bella."
"What could I have with her? I said if she just apologizes and changes her temperament, I can forgive her."
"Some things I couldn't say earlier in front of your uncle. But Oliver, you know very well why Bella broke up with you," Cyan's face turned cold.
"I mess around with a few women, and she throws a tantrum?" Oliver was enraged, "I've given her the position of the Hughes Family Young Mistress anyway."
"Do you know why I met with Bella today?" Cyan asked.
"Wasn't she just complaining to you, wanting me to back down..."
"She transferred three million to me."
Cyan interrupted Oliver, "I had someone do the math, from when I arranged for Bella to enter school, to all the things, gifts, and even meals we provided her over the years. It totaled precisely three million, not more, not less."
"What does she mean by this?"
"She wants to cut ties with you and our family."
"How dare she!" Oliver instantly flew into a rage.
"She's already determined to break up with you, and for this engagement party, you'll need to find someone else."
"She's just..." Oliver initially wanted to curse but suddenly paused, "Did you say she transferred three million to you?"
"Yes."
Oliver suddenly recalled something and laughed.
"Where would she get three million? This money... must be from her family."
"Mom, tell Bella Woods that if she doesn't properly apologize to me, I will definitely not get engaged to her." Oliver lifted his chin haughtily.
Cyan frowned, "What do you mean?"
"Forget it. If you don't say it, someone else will tell her."
Oliver called for someone to untie him, ignored Cyan's expression, and left directly.
...
Kitchen.
Bella Woods was leaning against the wall alone, while the staff had already packed up the things she selected and had them sent to the car outside.
Calculating that it was about time, she left the kitchen to find Cyan Marshall.
However, just as Bella left the kitchen and started down the corridor back to the dining area, someone suddenly grabbed her waist from behind, lifting her off her feet.
At the same time, the familiar cool sandalwood scent filled the air.
Bella was shocked; she turned her head to see a face like a work of art.
"What are you doing here?" she blurted out.
It was the handsome male prostitute.
The man did not respond, instead, he carried her into a restroom, placing her on the sink, accompanied by a man's scream.
Bella saw a man urinating over there, but before she could see clearly, her eyes were covered.
"Get out."
Ashton's eyes swept over, his aura intimidating.
The man, shocked by the scene, stood stunned for a moment, then hurriedly pulled up his pants and disappeared from the men's room.
"It really is you, kid." Ashton sighed.
Bella removed his hand, opening her mouth in confusion, "You... Mmm!"
Her mouth provided the man an opportunity to intrude, holding the back of her head, pressing her back against the mirror, kissing her aggressively, making Bella's tongue tingle, hurting faintly.
In the end, he even bit her lower lip as punishment, sucking the blood that oozed out.
Bella hurriedly pushed him away, "What are you doing?"
"Playing a bit intense."
"What?"
"Don't you youngsters like it intense, hmm?"
In, intense?
As Bella's mind was buzzing, Ashton's hand slipped under her clothes, roaming continuously across her back, unhooking her bra strap in the process.
As her chest loosened, Bella hurriedly grabbed Ashton's wrist.
She was about to speak when the door to the men's room opened from outside. The person about to enter exclaimed, "Damn, playing so intensely."
Bella quickly buried her face in Ashton's chest.
Her heart had never pounded so wildly.