The Beauty and the Brain by Natalie Jones novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 You’re Not Cut Out for Acting 

After Marie left, Carly was still immersed in fear. She ran back to the mansion with all her might, tears streaming down her face as she burst into Mia’s room. 

“Mom, mom, you must help me teach Marie a lesson!” Carly cried with tears streaming down her face, making Mia feel so heartbroken. 

“Carly, come on, don’t cry. Tell Mom, how did that girl bully you again?” Mia asked as she helped her precious daughter up. 

Carly spoke in fits and starts about how someone had been bullying Marie, sobbing as she said, “She threatened me, saying she would take away everything that’s most important to me, preventing me from becoming the young lady of the Spence family. She even wants to take away my 

Ira. Mom, I can’t live without Ira!” 

“This little brat! She thinks she can turn the world upside down?! Carly, don’t be afraid, Mom is 

here, she won’t be able to take anything away from you!” Mia comforted. 

How could she bear it, her precious daughter being bullied like this by that despicable brat? 

Mia thought for a moment and asked, “Did you just say that Marie herself admitted to being an unclean person?” 

Carly didn’t react immediately, still choking back tears as she said, “Yes, yes it is.” 

Mia couldn’t help but feel a little delighted inside. That meant Marie really had been insulted by those thugs. With so many men involved, there was bound to be one who would accidentally get her pregnant, right? 

Even if she doesn’t have it, she can fabricate one. When the time comes, she’ll spread the news, making it impossible for Marie to find a foothold in all of Las Vegas! 

Mia and Carly quietly discussed the plan, and Carly instantly beamed with joy. “Marie, just you 

wait!” 

These past few days, Marie had been spending a lot of time with Asher. One day, as they were playing chess together, she complained, “Grandpa, your chess skills are so advanced, can’t you go a little easy on me?” 

“Playing chess relies on real skill, how can one simply be modest? Grandpa is training you,” Asher said with a grin. 

“Grandpa, you’re clearly taking advantage of me, defeating me without leaving à single piece on the board. If I don’t want to play chess with you anymore, what will you do?” Marie said. 

“Please don’t say that, Ms. Marie. Old Mr. Spence looks forward to your visits every day. The other young masters and misses are all busy, and you’re the only one who always comes to the Spence 

Estate,” Edward added. 

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“Nonsense! You make it sound like nobody wants me. If they don’t come, they don’t come. I don’t care!” Asher retorted stubbornly. 

“Yes, yes, yes, Grandpa doesn’t really care if I come over or not. It’s me who insists on coming to bother him. If I don’t see Grandpa for a day, I feel so uncomfortable!” Marie joked. 

“You little rascal!” Asher said with a laugh. 

“Old Mr. Spence, Mr. Whitney has arrived,” the housekeeper announced as he entered the room. 

Marie was taken aback. Dennis was here? 

Soon after, Dennis, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, entered the courtyard. His eyebrows were sharp, his face extraordinarily handsome, and he wore a black, subtly patterned suit. His presence was powerful, and Marie couldn’t help but swoon over how good-looking he was, no matter how she looked at him. 

“Dennis is here, come and sit!” Asher called out with a smile. 

“How has Old Mr. Spence been feeling lately?” Dennis asked as he took a seat. 

“Great! Great! It’s hard not to feel good when Marie comes to keep me company every day, playing chess, chatting, and going for walks!” Asher praised Marie in passing. 

“Marie is indeed filial, able to accompany you every day,” Dennis said with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. His appearance was already stunningly beautiful when he wasn’t smiling, but when he did, it was like a melting iceberg, utterly mesmerizing to behold. 

Ordinarily, Dennis wouldn’t pay much attention to ordinary girls. When addressing the other young ladies of the Spence family, he would usually call them Ms. Spence. However, when it came to Marie, Dennis would simply call her Marie, not Ms. Spence. 

Asher had a thought and asked, “Dennis seems to get along quite well with my granddaughter, doesn’t he?”