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Chapter 569
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Wendella’s fingers tightened around her purse.

I know Jasper, but could the person on the other side of the table be Jefferson Hamilton of Glory Corporation? The

entire country knows Curtis crashed Jefferson and Rayna’s wedding to steal the bride, so why is Jefferson dining

with Curtis at the same table? I wonder what these men are up to.

She knew that no matter how she pleaded, Curtis would not budge to have a private conversation with her.

Thus, Wendella stood beside him and spoke frankly, “I know about Selena’s death. The police and the media are

telling the world that her death was an accident, but everybody in the industry knows the truth.”

Curtis merely grunted, his voice monotonous. “And?”

Wendella frowned at his apathy. “You know that Mr. Nicholson loves his daughter,” she said, almost yelling. “He’s

not going to let you or Faymon Group off. The Xavier family will not side with the Nicholson family, but with

Theodore still in a coma, who else can help you?” Wendella felt encouraged at the thought of Curtis without his

allies.

So what if Faymon Group is rich? Mr. Nicholson’s fury cannot be appeased by money.

Since hearing news about Selena, she had been waiting for Curtis to come to her and ask for her help. Despite

waiting in vain, the situation did not change, and she knew that Curtis would be worried about the matter.

She had taken a wager by coming to him by counting on the fact that Curtis had no connections and needed her

father’s connections to get rid of Noel.

At the sight of Curtis paying attention to his food over her, Wendella snapped, “You know about my father’s prestige

and connections, Curtis. He’s somebody Mr. Nicholson does not dare offend. A single word from my father would

guarantee that he would not raise a finger against you—maybe he would even come to you with an apology.”

Before Curtis could speak, Jasper, seated across from him, laughed. “That’s true. We are aware of Mr. Sainz’s

affection for his daughter. No ordinary people would dare offend you with your beauty and background, Ms. Sainz.”

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Confident in her looks and background, Wendella could not resist reveling in the delight brought on by those

flattering words.

However, the person whose attention she craved the most remained indifferent toward her.

Wendella could not bear his refusal to speak any longer. “I will ask my father to help you, Curtis, but I have one

condition: I want you to marry me.”

Jefferson, who had been eating in silence, could not stifle his laughter.

He wiped his lips with a napkin and grinned. “Ms. Sainz is beautiful, of noble blood, and adores you, Mr. Faymon.

Won’t you at least respond to a woman who would put aside her pride to confess to you?”

Jefferson then turned to Jasper. “What do you think about Mr. Faymon marrying Ms. Sainz, Mr. Snyder?”

“Eh? Not bad, I…” Jasper began but suddenly felt a venomous glare upon him. With a great shudder, the fork nearly

slipped from his fingers.

He gripped his fork tighter. “It depends on what Mr. Faymon thinks,” he said with a cough.

Curtis set his fork down and turned to Jefferson with an inscrutable smile. “You seem awfully concerned about Ms.

Sainz, Mr. Hamilton. Speak your mind if you’re interested in her. We’re no strangers, after all.”

“I am not interested in Ms. Sainz,” Jefferson retorted flatly. “You are the one she wants, Mr. Faymon.”

Curtis took a sip of coffee, his expression bland. “I, a commoner, am not worthy of Ms. Sainz. You seem much more

suited for her, Mr. Hamilton, as it only takes a word from you to the queen to become a duke.”

Jefferson’s gaze turned dark, and his voice turned cold. “Ms. Sainz is a lady, Mr. Faymon. Surely you could find it in

yourself to be a gentleman about it. Furthermore, Ms. Sainz is beautiful. Your children will one day rule the empire

you build together.”

Curtis smiled. “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Hamilton, but I already have a child. I would love them as long as it

was my wife who brought them into the world.”

Jefferson was rendered speechless.

Curtis placed the cup on the table and glanced at Jefferson before saying placidly, “Apologies, I forgot you don’t

have a wife, Mr. Hamilton. You wouldn’t understand my feelings.”

Motherf*cker!

Jefferson was so angry he almost threw his cup of coffee into Curtis’ face.

Jasper, on the other hand, continued eating in silence.

At this juncture, merely spectating is the safer option. It’ll be the end of me if I say a word.

Wendella’s expression was stormy. I can’t believe how cold Curtis is being after I came to him and gave him the

chance to court me. Even worse, he made me out to be a joke with another man!

Wendella scowled. “You’ve crossed the line, Curtis!” she fumed, her voice quivering uncontrollably. “My father is the

only one who can help you now. Watch your attitude toward me!”

Curtis stifled a laugh, but his eyes remained cold. “We both know what you’re thinking, Ms. Sainz. The only reason

why I’m not saying it aloud is that your father and I were once partners, and this is my way of saving you face.”

Wendella grew even angrier when her motive was seen through. “I’m beautiful and come from a powerful family.

How am I not worthy of you? Marrying me is beneficial for you, too, as my father will help you.”

Helping himself to his food, Curtis replied at his own pace, “I was very clear earlier. I have a wife.”

Wendella did not respond. Her fingertips turned white from being clenched around her purse.

“You may have been influenced by Adrunian values for being willing to become somebody’s mistress, but I will not

condone it,” Curtis continued while glaring at her. “Though we have once worked together, Ms. Sainz, it is not an

invitation for you to inflate your ego. You’d better address me as Mr. Faymon when you see me in the future. Don’t

give out the impression that your father did not teach you manners.”

Wendella turned pale at Curtis’ words. Prideful because of her position of prestige, she could not believe he would

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say such harsh things about her before people who were not privy to their affairs.

Livid, she snatched a cup of coffee from the table to douse him.

Curtis reacted swiftly. He grabbed her wrist, twisted it, and the warm liquid was unexpectedly redirected to her face

instead.

Wendella shut her eyes when the coffee splashed at them. When she opened them again, they were filled with

shocked disbelief.

How could he treat me this way?

Jefferson snickered. “How ungentlemanly of you, Mr. Faymon, to treat Ms. Sainz this way. You didn’t react this way

when Belle flung water in your face.”

“That depends on whether I’m dealing with family or not.” Curtis released his grip and wiped his hands on the

napkin with a look of disgust. “I can tolerate whatever my family does. An outsider, however…”

He gave a cold laugh before continuing, “What reason would I have for accommodating them?”

Jefferson went back to his meal without saying another word.

It no longer holds any meaning to pick a fight with Curtis. I have not only failed to anger him, but I have also let him

get under my skin instead.

Wendella grabbed a napkin and wiped the coffee from her face. She was so angry that her body was shaking.

“Mr. Nicholson is a formidable enemy, Curtis. Do you think these two can help you?” she uttered, her eyes glinting

with malice. “I want to help you, yet you treat me this way! You will regret this, Curtis. I will be waiting when you

come begging me for help.”

At that, Wendella grabbed her purse and departed.

Jasper gazed at the door that had been violently thrown open, stroking his chin while his brows furrowed with

displeasure. “Though Mr. Sainz’s daughter is beautiful, she’s not exactly the brightest.”

“Don’t sugarcoat it. She’s as dumb as a bag of rocks!” Jefferson pushed his glasses up, a sneer appearing on his

handsome face. “Does she think nobody will find out about her little indiscretion?”