Chapter 63
Felicia almost gagged at hearing the word “fiancé“.
She didn’t bother to hide the evident disdain on her face as she replied, “I’m not picking up trash from a garbage dump.”
Stephan seemed to chuckle. His voice carried the usual indifference but with a hint of mischief. “At least you have a good taste.”
From Stephan tone, it seemed he was looking down on Arnold as well.
Felicia was slightly surprised, but the Rolls–Royce had started moving before she could ask.
Through the lowered window, Stephan leaned lazily against the leather seat. He radiated an impenetrable air of coldness despite his relaxed posture. Every gesture of his exuded an innate commanding presence.
Rays of sunlight cast on his face, highlighting his pale complexion and chiseled features.
Felicia was momentarily dazed. It was only then that she remembered that Stephan, the head of the Russell family, was just 28 years old yet already wielded immense power.
Arnold was nothing compared to him.
Felicia started reflecting on herself. Though Stephan wasn’t a kind man, Arnold wasn’t worthy of compared to him. Trash like Arnold belonged in the trash can. He wasn’t deserving of anything else.
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After Felicia grumbled, she looked up and met Arnold and Kayla’s hostile gazes across the street. Speak of the devil.
Kayla had run out of the Lawson residence in tears.
After Matthew left Dexter with no choice, the latter had to agree to his demand that Arnold would marry Felicia. Everything had been decided, and the marriage was set.
Anyone could tell that Matthew had prepared for this long in advance.
He had selected the wedding date and ordered the butler to distribute the wedding invites right on the spot. Arnold and Felicia’s names were written on them
Kayla couldn’t accept this. She immediately burst into tears and ran out with Arnold running after her. They pulled and jugged until they ended up outside the villa.
To their surprise, they saw Felicia arriving and stepping out of another man’s car.
Though it was just a brief glance, the man in the Rolls–Royce had a face that was stunningly captivating.
Kayla gasped, and her heart raced. On one hand, she was momentarily stunned by the man’s looks, and on the other, she was delighted to get Felicia by the short hairs.
She sobbed and pretended to mutter, “Why is Felicia getting out of another man’s car? She disappeared early this morning, and none of the maids saw her leave. Could she have sneaked out last night?”
Since Felicia hadn’t been seen all morning, she’d likely have spent the night out.
Arnold’s face darkened at Kayla’s words. He wondered why Matthew was forcing him to marry such a woman with no sense of propriety.
Clenching his teeth, he stormed up to Felicia. His eyes, filled with restrained fury, were laced with contempt and disgust.
He shouted, “Felicia, didn’t you say you didn’t want to marry me? Why didn’t you come this morning then?
It’s obvious you did this on purpose!”
Felicia was taken aback by his sudden outburst.
She had no idea what had transpired at the Lawson residence. To her, it was nothing more than just a simple matter of rejecting Matthew’s proposal for a marriage alliance and having Kayla marry Arnold instead to lock them together for good.
Had Dexter and Myra not handled such a simple task?
Teary–eyed, Kayle & bright red wedding invite at Felicia. She choked up as she said, “I admit defeat.
I’m backing out. Isn’t that all you ever wanted?”
Felicia took the wedding invite and nearly passed out with anger after skimming through.
Her name was on it alongside Arnold’s, and the date was set.
