Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1723

Her mood was just as turbulent as the weather.

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The Schwartz Manor.

As Kurt strode into the grand foyer, he spotted a cluster of maids whispering amongst themselves.

"Mr. Kurt, Mrs. Schwartz is waiting for you in the study."

"Yeah."

He gave a curt twitch of his lips and headed straight for the second floor without missing a beat.

Once he disappeared from sight.

The maids, who had just scattered, instantly huddled back together, keeping their voices low.

"Did you hear? The woman Mr. Kurt is dating is Ebony Fox."

"Ebony Fox?" one maid gasped in shock. "Isn't she Juniper's older sister? How is that even allowed!"

The Schwartz family was a prestigious household that prided itself on rules and hierarchy.

If this happened, wouldn't it completely scramble the family tree?!

Besides—

This Ebony Fox was four or five years older than Kurt.

Marrying her wouldn't bring the family half as much benefit as marrying a wealthy heiress from a rival corporation.

Sigh.

No wonder the Madam was so furious.

"I heard Ebony Fox was the one who seduced him."

"Wait, really? She doesn't seem like the type! She always looked so unapproachable!"

"Some people play hard to get on the outside but are totally shameless behind closed doors," an older maid rambled on. "Anyway, let's just pretend we don't know anything. Those two are never going to last."

"Break it up, let's go."

Having spilled her gossip, the maid scurried to a corner and secretly texted Annie: [Ms. Ainsworth, I've done exactly as you asked. Let me know...]

Annie: [I'll wire the rest of the money directly to your account.]

"I'm not saying Ebony Fox is a bad person, but being with her does absolutely nothing for your future." She tried switching tactics, appealing to logic. "If you marry Annie, she's an only child. The Ainsworth family's empire would provide you with unparalleled backing."

"With the Ainsworths behind you, you could secure your foothold within Schwartz Group. Don't you understand?"

"Heh."

Listening to his mother's lecture, a cold scoff escaped Kurt's throat. He slowly raised his dark eyes and said deliberately, "Are you looking for a daughter-in-law, or are you looking for a business asset?"

"What?" Monique froze.

"If it's all about the money," Kurt drawled, rising to his feet and tilting his head, "the female CEO of Carlson Group across town is currently single. Word is, she's looking for a young trophy husband to move in with her."

"If I marry her, I could probably inherit the entire Carlson fortune in a couple of years."

"And the Carlsons' net worth blows the Ainsworths' out of the water."

"If you've got no objections, I'll go ahead and set up a meeting with her."

"Of course, you can kiss any hope of grandchildren goodbye."

Kurt smirked, flashing a lazy, mocking grin. "She's sixty-five, after all. It'd be a bit much to expect her to give birth."