Chapter 55: Chapter 55 - 55 55 The Painting Style Doesnt Match

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: The Painting Style Doesn’t Match Chapter 55: Chapter 55: The Painting Style Doesn’t Match The little guy heard the doorbell ringing and instantly jumped off the chair!

“Grandpa and Grandma, it must be my dad who’s here!” The little guy happily ran to the door and, acting like he was the owner of the house, opened it himself.

Outside, William Griffith stood there, exuding a regal aura without even trying, drawing everyone’s gaze towards him!

The Turner family members were all petrified. Mother Turner’s spoon clattered into the bowl.

“I apologize for the intrusion, I am…”

Before he could finish speaking, Cherish Turner threw the towel aside and dashed out, shoved him out, and then closed the door!

Mother Turner looked at her husband, while Father Turner turned to look at his wife, both of them bewildered!

Outside, Cherish pushed William against the wall and menacingly said:

“William Griffith, when are you going to stop hounding me? Don’t push me. Even a dog backed into a corner will leap over a wall!”

Seeing her urgency, William felt no anger. After all, he was determined to cling to her, and she wasn’t wrong about that.

“Speak up! Don’t pretend with me! What are you planning? Can you rich people stop being so boring, teasing a little girl like this, is it really that fun?”

Cherish’s vulgar language was something William didn’t like at all. When had she become so vulgar?

“Cherish Turner, get your hands off me.” Soft words entered Cherish’s ears, making her feel itchy in her heart as if the bewitching man had cast a spell on her.

“No, I won’t let go, you haven’t agreed to my terms yet!”

“Do you think you have the qualifications to set terms with me?” His voice suddenly raised, and a pair of dangerous eyes stared at Cherish.

Suddenly, Cherish recalled the words he once said about the Griffith family’s power and how treating her like an ant was nothing for them!

She silently swallowed the harsh words she wanted to say. Who could help her? This guy was as powerful as a plague!

“President Griffith, can you please not lower yourself to my level? I just want to live a normal life. Besides, we had an agreement; I’ll do you one favor, and you’ll help me deal with the scumbag’s wedding. Aren’t we even then?”

Cherish’s pair of beautiful and lively big eyes blinked rapidly, making William’s heart race.

Who said he wanted to be even with you? Cherish Turner, you’re indebted to me for a lifetime, and you can never clear that debt. What do you think we should do?

“Did I ever say that?” He feigned innocence, infuriating Cherish!

He’s a deceitful businessman, not keeping his word!

At that moment, the door opened, Mother Turner stared at her daughter who was pressing against a man with a dark face, wishing she could skin her alive and eat her up!

“Cherish Turner, get off him!”

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In the living room, Father Turner poured a cup of tea for William. The young man had an overwhelming presence that even made him, an officer who’d been in the public security system for decades, tremble with fear.

“Mr. Griffith, is it? Have some tea, have some tea.”

William sat on the sofa, accepted the tea, and then poured a cup for Cherish’s father: “Uncle, you’re older than me. I should be the one doing this.”

His words were neither humble nor arrogant but showed good manners.

Mother Turner, on the other hand, scrutinized the man in front of her who seemed to have a protagonist’s aura. Pairing him with their little Cherish just seemed so mismatched!