bookbashuk Chapter 1242: Is This a Hidden Insult Toward Him?
Chapter 1242: Is This a Hidden Insult Toward Him?
The man leaned down, the sensation was like sweet cotton candy, yet also like a green plum, a mix of sour and sweet with a hint of innocence, reaching down to the heart.
The young girl kept her large, dark eyes wide open, Griffith Squire hoarsely said, "Close your eyes, huh?"
After years of abstinence and a lack of passion, the man suddenly released her after a kiss, standing up and hoarsely saying, "Go to bed early."
After speaking, he agilely turned over and jumped off the sofa, leaving the bedroom, somewhat in a manner of fleeing.
Aurora Coldwell was a bit stunned, the sight of the man fleeing had a kind of unspeakable innocence.
Aurora blinked her eyes, gasping for breath just before suffocating, sitting on the sofa dazedly, hugging her knees, and then laughing quietly.
To think that Griffith Squire, who usually appeared so formidable and ruthless, was so innocent in matters of the heart. Could it have been his first kiss?
Back in his room, Griffith Squire went straight into the bathroom for a cold shower, then went to bed earlier than ever, unable to sleep despite all the tossing and turning.
How could he have extended his wicked claws to a little bunny, the girl, although in her twenties, was simply as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, he was simply a beast, no, worse than a beast.
Griffith Squire had very few friends, trusting only his subordinates over the years; he had enemies all over the world but no friends. Clearly, such matters were not suitable to ask Cornelius Turner, who was still single himself. The man flipped through his contacts, realizing pathetically few could be reached, until he landed on Constantine Stewart, whom he had met only twice.
Constantine Stewart seemed young and accomplished, but actually, he was probably in his thirties, perfectly dressed, but perhaps quite monstrous behind the scenes. Asking him would be suitable.
Despite their shallow friendship, Griffith Squire slyly messaged Constantine Stewart: "Is it appropriate for a man to extend his wicked claws toward a much younger girl, innocent like blank paper?"
Having returned to the Imperial City, Constantine Stewart, a man with an intense germophobia, couldn’t sleep in hotels outside, choosing to stay in villas in the Imperial City or buy properties in frequently visited locations. Clearly, purchasing properties in Brocade City’s remote corners wasn’t possible since he rarely came here.
Just after boarding his private plane back to the Imperial City, his phone vibrated with Griffith Squire’s message, instantly turning his suave, refined face dark. Bastard! This was an insinuation regarding how he married Chloe Winston under false pretenses.
Mysterious upon returning to the country, Mr. Ji of the Imperial City first bought a villa, then adopted a beautiful orphan from a welfare home, later turning her into his woman, evidently Griffith’s tone was accusing him of insanity.
"Was there a problem at the Brocade City auction tonight?" Constantine Stewart asked his assistant while seated in an extended Rolls-Royce.
The assistant hesitated for a moment, quickly calling Brocade City, learned the situation, and said, "Mr. Ji, the Coldwell couple brought their youngest daughter to Griffith Squire’s suite tonight, angering him, and Griffith squeezed the Coldwell girl’s right hand until it broke."
So was this anger displacement? Constantine removed the gold-rimmed glasses from his nose, gently polishing them with a soft cloth over twenty times until the lenses sparkled enough to reflect, then replied slowly, "Consider who the man extending his wicked claws is."
Putting his glasses back on, restoring his usual suave demeanor, yet a chilling coldness pierced through his eyes. Indeed, he was the leader of unreasonable bandits; the woman Constantine wanted, from heaven to earth, was his.
Receiving the reply, Griffith Squire raised an eyebrow, feeling pleased. Constantine Stewart certainly understood, this was praise for him. If it was Griffith Squire, as handsome and free as the wind, this wasn’t so outrageous after all.
After striving to reform, intending to find a legitimate job, and planning to treat his wife well without catering to the Carter Family, it seemed like he could be a good man, huh?
Comforted, the thirty-something old man rolled off the bed, starting to study various celebrity weddings, then making plans. Where to live post-wedding, how many banquet tables for the marriage, whom to invite, where to honeymoon, and similar details.
The hospital.
Brooke Coldwell’s right wrist had been directly broken by Griffith Squire, crying all the way to the hospital, where she learned she needed a plaster cast for at least two or three months, suddenly fainting in pain.
Upon awakening, a completely disheveled Brooke Coldwell looked at Zoe Kingston, resentfully saying, "Mom, I want Aurora to also break her arms and legs."
Zoe Kingston sat in the hospital room, seeing her daughter in such a sorry state while realizing Ian Coldwell hadn’t come over in two hours, knowing this man was completely unreliable.
"Your dad is now too cowardly to confront Griffith Squire, how can you make Aurora break her arms and legs?" Zoe Kingston spoke in annoyance, "She’s a treasure in the Coldwell Family, but the two of us are just weeds. With Griffith Squire around, we might not get even a penny in the future."
"Ahhhhhhh—" Brooke Coldwell screamed hysterically at the words, started throwing things in anger, and shouted, "I don’t care, I don’t care, why does she get everything from childhood until now, while I have nothing, are you really my biological mom?"
"Alright, alright, don’t worry, I’ll think of something." Zoe Kingston, also like an ant on a hot pan, was anxious, knowing that if things continued, the two of them being thrown out was possible; after all, Griffith Squire was both feared in the criminal and business worlds, and no reputable family in Brocade City dared provoke him. As long as Aurora breathes a word to him at night, she’d suffer.
"I remember that ungrateful brat’s maternal family came to ask for money recently, clashed with us and left, right?" Zoe Kingston suddenly remembered Aurora Coldwell’s maternal family, quite a bunch of ungrateful, vile people. Even if Aurora couldn’t break hands and legs, she could still be thoroughly annoyed.
"Yes, that family, coming to ask for money every year." Brooke Coldwell’s eyes lit up, she called, "Phone them, say Aurora has money now, left by her mother back then, these people will surely try to take it back."
Both Zoe and her daughter thought alike, with a cold laugh.