Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 190

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Bianca instantly put on a pitiful face and ran over.

“Mr. Whitmore, thank God you’re here. She’s been bullying me this whole time…”

I turned around.and yeah, okay, I understood why my dad said I’d like this guy.

Broad shoulders, long legs, sharp jawline.

He looked like a damn hunk.

Fine. I’d give him one more chance. For the face.

I offered him a pleasant smile. “Mr. Whitmore? I’m Evelyn Black,your arranged date today. I’m sure your father

mentioned me?”

Charles Whitmore’s dad used to be a nobody under my father’s command.

It was only because my dad saw potential in his business mind that the Whitmore family got where they are now.

Charles gave me a once-over, top to bottom, and sneered.

Twenty-eight and still a virgin? Sorry, not my type.”

His words hit like a slap.

So being twenty-eight automatically made me old?

I had standards, dignity, self-control.

And this was what I got?

“Did you eat shit before you came here? Or you’re born with a filthy mouth? What about your basic manners?”

His face darkened. “Manners? For someone like you?”

“I don’t care what you did to make my father set me up with you. I’m never marrying some backwater hick like you.”

Bianca looped her arm through his and gave me a smug smirk. “With that ugly mug, you really think you’re good enough for a man like Charles?”

The crowd jumped in immediately.

“Look at her outfit,probably worth less than a hundred bucks.”

‘And she wants to marry Charles Whitmore? Dream on!”

“She’s just a desperate spinster. Somebody throw cold water on her and snap her out of it.”

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I wasn’t a world-class beauty, sure,but I was far from hideous.

Yet here they were, saying I was some ugly spinster.

This world really did bend over backward for men.

I crossed my arms and said coldly, “I would never ever marry you. Go tell your daddy I’m not interested.”

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It wasn’t just that I didn’t like Charles.I planned to report his sorry ass to Harold Whitmore and make sure he got a proper scolding from the old man.

I turned on my heel, not wasting another second on this disgusting couple.

But Bianca Sterling wasn’t done.

She grabbed the bag I’d just bought.

“You want to leave, bitch? Leave the bag behind.”

Seriously? You’re robbing me now?

I yanked her wrist with force.

She let out a sharp cry, and the bag slipped from her grip and landed back in my hand.

“I’ve never lost anything I set my eyes on. And I’m not about to start now.”

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