Sylvie rejected them in a disdainful and mocking tone. Kasper and the other shareholders felt embarrassed.
A touch of admiration flashed across Marley's eyes, but he did not show it.
Kasper continued, "Sylvie, please call your grandpa…"
"I'm sorry. Marley and I still have something to do! Excuse me for not keeping you company!" Sylvie interrupted him and turned to look at Marley. "You want to go out, don't you? Let's go!"
Marley turned his mysterious gaze at her and a faint smile touched his lips, "I'm sorry. I need to spend the wedding holiday with my wife. We can talk about business when I come back to the company!"
With that said, he stood up and dragged Sylvie out of the door, leaving them embarrassed.
When they walked out of the door, she tried to withdraw her hand.
Marley did not let go, continued to take her hand, and walked toward the lawn. He didn't let go until those people left.
As soon as Sylvie saw them walking away, she said to him, "Sorry, I have something to do. I have to go out first!"
"How dare you!" Marley shouted angrily and frightened Sylvie.
She didn't know what was wrong with him. She had pretended to be close with him. What was he doing?
Marley held her wrist with one hand and approached her coldly. He pinched Sylvie's chin with the other and lifted her head. Sylvie had to look at him.
"How could you talk nonsense today?" He was angry and rebuked.
Sylvie was stunned and put on a self-mocking look. It turned out that she shouldn't have helped him. Her chin hurt, green and purple, but she didn't feel painful. She just looked into his eyes and didn't care about his anger. She said calmly, "If you think that I should not mind your business, I will keep silent next time. You can let go of me!"
"Next time?" Marley put on a scornful smile.
Sylvie no longer said anything, but looked at him coldly.
"It is not your turn to meddle in the affairs of the Mccarthy. Even if the Mccarthy family lends money to me, don't expect me to appreciate you!"
Sylvie felt sympathetic for him. He was such a proud man. So, he was blaming her for disgracing him. After all, it was a shame for him to help the Mccarthy pass its crisis by selling his body.
"Do you get it?" Marley looked at her coldly. Their gaze met and their breath blended together.
Marley seemed to see the pity in her eyes, which enraged him.
"I never want you to appreciate me!" Sylvie said softly.
She neither cried for pain nor frowned. Her face turned a little pale but was still beautiful without any make-up. Moist lips were under her straight nose. She looked pitiful and proud. Her watery eyes were very attractive to men.
If she was not the daughter of the Mccarthy family or didn't marry him, perhaps she would have a husband who loved her and cared about her.
But she would never be happy with him, because he would not give such a vicious woman happiness.
Sylvie took the key and went to the residential building that she designed. When she opened the door, she saw a house with a new look. The sunlight shed through large French window. When she designed the house, she wanted the sunlight to fully burst through the window. She felt it happy to sit in the balcony and enjoyed the sunshine on weekend.
Ryan gave her an apartment of about one hundred square meters with three bedrooms, one living room and one kitchen. The apartment was well located. The decoration of the house met her needs very well.
The house was decorated in delicate and natural style. Bare wooden floors and cloth sofa helped her get close to nature. Sylvie walked to the sofa, sat down and sighed. This was her home! Ryan was so careful that he let someone clean it for her. She only needed to live in it.
The study, bedroom and living room were decorated well. She could move in immediately. She went to the formalities, and then went to the hotel to pick up luggage.
When she came back, she took a bath, change her clothes and went out of the bathroom. She heard the phone ring when she wiped her hair. She was stunned. "Patriarch, what's up?"
"Sylvie, have you read today's newspaper?"
Sylvie was stunned, "No!"
She didn't read the newspaper and went to her apartment as soon as she went out.
"Sylvie, come to the family home. I want to tell you something!"
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The readers' comments on the novel: A Moment in Destiny
the writing is quite childish, but maybe it's just the translations...