"..." Chester Yale looked at Lady White sitting in the wheelchair, his brow furrowed even tighter.
The contest between men should not involve women.
This made him hesitate three times when he wanted to deal with Charles White.
"Even if you were the little boy back then, the things you owe Molly aren't intentionally unpaid, but now, it's your Young Master White who personally said he'd rather marry a woman with nothing than Miss Yale. If I really agree to this marriage proposal, wouldn't that make people laugh that Chester Yale's daughter can't get married, and has to be forced onto your White Family?"
Chester Yale's thin lips slightly parted, his voice ominous.
When he heard this message initially, he was so angry he almost went over to kill someone.
Now the White Family comes just to admit a mistake, say a few insignificant words, and wants to whisk away his Little Princess, is such a thing possible?
No way!
