Chapter 179 Foul Mouth
Chapter 179 Foul Mouth
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A tall man stood with an air of quiet confidence, clad in a simple yet sophisticated white jacket.
His striking features were highlighted by deep–set eyes that gleamed with a cold seriousness. Though he had crossed into his forties, time had barely touched his face, yet he radiated a commanding presence that demanded respect without a single word spoken.
Bernard crouched behind a rock, frozen in fear.
Great, this was his first attempt at being a thief, and he had just been caught by the head of the household!
Look who we have here. Aren’t you Eddie’s assistant? Hard to overlook someone so tall. I suppose Eddie hasn’t visited Regal Glade in a while. Truman, you must be so engrossed in your poetry and tea that you’ve nearly forgotten what your oldest son, Edward, looks like!”
The speaker was Isaiah, the eldest son of Benedict, his tone laced with sarcasm as he delivered his jabs,
With Edward’s recent return to the Moore Group, Isaiah had watched as his carefully positioned allies were swiftly dismissed, each excuse valid enough to leave him no ground for complaint or retaliation.
He had arrived at Regal Glade that weekend hoping to voice his concerns to Benedict, only to find himself caught up in one of Truman’s tea gatherings.
It was clear that this was not an appropriate setting for business discussions, so he had been holding back his anger until now.
Truman cast a calm glance at Isaiah before turning his attention to Bernard. “Why don’t you come down. from there?”
Bernard thought to himself, Earning a living is tough!
Noticing Bernard’s silence, Isaiah shifted his dark gaze to Melody, who stood nearby.
He was briefly taken aback by her beauty, then sneered, “When did the Moores come to know such a charming young lady?
“If she’s with Bernard… Please don’t tell me she’s Edward’s so–called Fortune–Blessing Bride!
*Quite attractive, and that figure… tsk, tsk!
“It’s a pity she’s just a nobody, an adopted daughter at that. Edward really has no sense; bringing of such dubious standing to Regal Glade is absurd.
Truman, is Edward trying to piss off our whole family
a woman
Isaiah swept his lewd gaze over Melody, and despite his disdainful speech, his eyes were full of lust.
She’s merely an adopted child of the Shields. To be offered up for someone like Edward, that cripple, as a Fortune- Blessing Bride, clearly shows her lack of status.
A woman like that is the easiest to get.
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Chapter 179 Foul Mouth
I just need to offer her a bit of money, and then I’ll be able to
Hah! Not only will I be able to satisfy myself, but I can even get back at Edward to regain my status.
Isaiah thought to himself gleefully, his gaze growing bolder by the moment.
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Melody looked at Isaiah, realizing he was Edward’s eldest uncle, the acting vice CEO of Moore Group.
Cold and unmoving, she shot another glance at Truman, who stood like a mountain, immovable.
This was Edward’s biological father!
He seemed to exude an air of aloofness, as if detached from it all, but who could say for sure if he was just putting on a show.
Seeing Truman remain silent, she began to understand
With that, Melody stepped forward decisively. She tightened her grasp around the bag she had brought to match her gothic, rose–patterned black dress and swung it at Isaiah’s face.
She had specially picked out this bag-
One might think the sharp studs were a fashionable element that matched the bag’s style, but they currently made an excellent weapon.
As the sharp studs made contact with his forehead before scraping across Isaiah’s checks, his flesh was cut open, leaving bloody marks.
Warm blood soon covered his face.
Do you day.
kiss your wife with that mouth? I can’t imagine sleeping next to that foul mouth of yours every
“There are better ways to get yourself killed. I suggest you think carefully before you speak next time.”
Melody spoke with a calm tone, but her words were firm and intimidating, showing her strong spirit.
She watched on as his face was stained with red, then she suddenly smirked while she spat, “Now apologize.
“You can do that while bowing or groveling. Pick one.”
Bernard watched from the sidelines, utterly speechless
What the hell! Mrs. Moore’s actually teaching Mr. Truman’s brother a lesson right in front of him! And she even asked him to apologize…
Mr. Moure, help!
He could sense the dread looming.
