Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Sayon Cloud Hotel.
An old woman and about a dozen security guards came marching towards Mori Jones, faces full of aggression. It was clear they meant business.
White Mitchell was just about to barge in, but Mori beat him to it, âWhite, hold on, wait a moment, Iâll speak with them first.â
Before White Mitchell could reply, Mori directly stepped forward to meet the old woman.
Mori walked over with a smile and began to exchange courtesies, but the old woman showed no gratitude, even going so far as to mock her:
âWhat relatives? Just because Sherry Jones married into our Woods family, doesnât mean our families are now related. Donât forget, this is nothing more than a transaction.
Your Jones Family, a family of insignificant standing, wants to claim a kinship with us? Donât overestimate yourselves.â
It seems that our Woods family was right in our initial requirement, not allowing any Jones Familyâs people to come, yet still you came. If we hadnât made that request, who knows how many more people of lower class would have shown up.â
She finished speaking, looked cynically at Mori, displaying her arrogant attitude.
This made Moriâs smile freeze, her expression turning icy cold.
âSince when does the Jones Family need permission for its own relatives to attend its daughterâs wedding?â Mori, seeing that her kind approach had failed, hardened her stance.
If this old woman was not going to give her any respect, there was no need for Mori to show her face either.
But what she hadnât expected was the old womanâs mockery in response: âWedding? The whole of Sayon knows youâre selling your daughter!
Donât forget, your Jones family pocketed ten million from us, the Woods family. Everyone in Sayon knows this! And you still talk about relatives? Ha!
Such shame from the Jones family, seeking to make connections with our
Woods family. We understand, but please, have some self-respect!â
âYouâ¦â
Mori was so angry at the old womanâs remarks that she was speechless. Her beautiful face flushed red, her whole body trembling.
âYou what, you? Hurry up and scoot. If you want to cling to our prosperity, donât even think about it. You lower class people donât qualify for any relation to the Woods family.
Hurry up and leave if you know whatâs good for you, otherwise, Iâll have someone throw you out!â The old woman continued to scold, giving Mori no face at all.
The color drained from Moriâs face, turning stern: âI am Mori Jones, I know
Rhett from the Cooper family, can we go in for the sake of the Cooper family?â
It was clear from Moriâs words that she was somewhat upset, as if she had made a big decision.
She had hoped the old woman would give some face to the Cooper family, but never expected the old woman not only to not give any face to the Cooper family, but to become more aggressive on her disdainful words.
âHa⦠You really think I donât know who you are? I didnât bring it up, just to give the Cooper family some face. But now that you brought it up yourself, arenât you shameless?
Mori Jones, the women from your Jones family really do have guts, actions of being home-wreckers, leading to her death, still have the audacity to say it out loud? Youâre not even embarrassed about it, youâre just dirtying our Woods familyâs ground.
Tsk tsk tsk⦠spare me, thinking of using the Cooper family to pressure me? Youâre not worthy. Also, the Cooper familyâs young master is inside, how about it, do you want me to call him out to see if he recognises you?â
The old woman sneered, even the people behind her started to laugh.
The laughter from the crowd was like stabbing knives into Moriâs face, embarassing her.
Feeling helpless and belittled, in that moment, Mori really wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it.
At that moment, a man with a tall and straight stature stepped in front of her like a heaven god, blocking all the laughter like a shield.
Smack! Without any explanation, White Mitchell slapped the old woman right across her face, sending her sprawling backwards. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The old woman spun twice before falling on her butt. Covering her smacked face, she angrily said: âYou⦠Who do you think you are, hitting me? Dare to make trouble on Woods family ground, are you tired of living?â
âYour mouth is too dirty, you deserve it!â
Facing the old womanâs questions, all White Mitchell had to say was this short sentence.
Then, the grim-faced White Mitchell coldly said to the security guards blocking the way: âStep aside!â
âWhite, donât be impulsive.â At this point, Mori noticed the situation was becoming serious
The crowd finally knew who White Mitchell was.
The old woman stood up with the help of two people, then bitterly stared at White Mitchell:âSo, youâre the bastard brought back by the Jones Family?â Very good, looks like prison made you more arrogant, huh?
Someone get him, throw him out, donât let him dirty our Woods familyâs grounds!â
The old woman responded bitterly, clearly taking White Mitchellâs slap to heart and wanting to regain face.
Unfortunately, these security guards skilled in âThree-legged Cat Kung Fuâ were just pillows in White Mitchellâs eyes.
It didnât matter if there were ten, a hundred, or a thousand guards, White Mitchell could easily defeat them all.
Thud, thud, thudâ¦
With each move White Mitchell made, one or two guards were sent flying. In less than a minute, all the guards were lying haplessly on the ground, wailing in pain.
The whole scene was left with only the arrogant old woman.
However, the old womanâs previous high spirit was long gone. Her face was filled with intense terror and unease.
âYou⦠You want to do what? I am from the Woods family, if you dare touch me, Iâll make sure you regret it!â The old woman backed away, issuing threats that lacked any real power.
âJust based on you, you dare to threaten me?â
Boom!
White Mitchell lifted the old woman and smashed her against the door of the wedding venue. The loud boom opened the door instantly.
In an instant, the on-going wedding was interrupted.
Everyone was startled by the loud noise and looked towards the entrance.
They saw a man at the door, standing tall like a spear, his face filled with endless rage, gradually appearing.
Behind him, Mori displayed a look of utter disbelief, not having recovered any of her composure.
âWho are they?â
That question echoed in everyoneâs mind, but soon someone recognized Mori.
They were the Cooper family people the old woman had mentioned, from the first-tier rich family of Sayon, the Cooper family!
A boy aged 16 or 17 in the Cooper family camp had a look of shock as he walked furiously towards Mori with a group of people..