Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud Chapter 269 - 200: The Wishing Wood After Many Years

"Do you need to worry about it?" Maeve Lane said coldly, "Anyway, soone like you isn’t even worth a glance from him."

"You!"

"Just speaking the truth."

Maeve couldn’t be bothered with her anymore. Julian Fairchild would co looking for her later, so she decided to take a walk in the anti.

Standing on a high spot, her attention was caught by a Wishing Tree adorned with nurous wishing plates.

Kylie Kendrick was still making a racket. After Maeve left, Kylie defiantly followed her!

With Julian Fairchild so close to Maeve now.

Where Maeve is, Julian Fairchild is sure to be!

To increase her presence in front of Julian Fairchild, she could only follow Maeve and grab more chances to be with him.

This Marriage Tree was very tall, so tall that a small staircase was specially built to help people hang their wishing plates on it.

Maeve glanced at this Marriage Tree, her entire being steeped in an exceptionally lancholic atmosphere.

Wearing a mask and unaccompanied, those around only mistook her for a pretty young passerby.

"Hmph, this Wishing Tree is very effective," Kylie Kendrick remarked, familiar with Mount Theron’s tales. "Especially this one, specifically for marriage connections. I ntioned you’d co here to put your na with Best Actor Fairchild’s and make a wish, right?"

"I won’t let you succeed." Kylie haughtily raised her chin, pulling out a Wishing Plate, "I’ve already written my na with Fairchild’s na on it—you’re a step too late!"

Maeve finally reacted slightly, a bit miffed, "You wrote your na with Julian Fairchild’s?"

"Yeah, you can write but I can’t?!" Kylie said imperiously, "If you help hang it up, I’ll forgive yesterday’s incident, otherwise beware the backlash once the show airs!"

"Heh." Maeve walked over, snatching the Wishing Plate from her hand. As expected, it bore the nas "Julian Fairchild" and "Kylie Kendrick" carved on it. She smirked slightly, "Co here."

Kylie frowned, "What for?"

"Co here." Maeve’s voice was intimidatingly deep.

Kylie felt a twinge of fear. Though brash with words, she was inwardly cowardly.

Seeing her not move, Maeve stepped forward step by step, threading her fingers through the red string of the Wishing Plate, which dangled like a puppet in her palm, "Break it, yourself."

Kylie’s temper flared, "Why should I? It’s my right to write it. Who are you to Julian Fairchild to dare boss around?!"

"I’m his girlfriend." Maeve chuckled lightly, the smile not reaching her eyes, "I’ll assu you didn’t know before. Now, right away, erase your na from beside my man’s."

"You say so and it is?!" Kylie was montarily dazed, then scread like her world had crumbled, "Impossible, Fairchild wouldn’t fall for a deceitful woman like you! You must be tricking , do you think I’m so easily fooled?!"

A sharp pain shot through her scalp. As her words trailed off, Maeve grabbed her hair, causing her to shriek like a pig being slaughtered—

"Let go, let go!! It hurts, it hurts!"

Maeve acted as if she hadn’t heard, coldly slapping her, sending Kylie kneeling onto the ground.

Kylie’s head buzzed and her face covered in disbelief, "You dared to hit ..."

"I’ve hit you, why so much nonsense?"

Maeve crouched down, tossing the plate at her feet, "Now, break this plate, do I need to repeat myself?"

Kylie’s face throbbed with excruciating pain, having never been slapped like this before, she was too stunned to react.

Until she looked up and t the icy glare in Maeve’s eyes, she shuddered all over, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell..."

"Smack!"

Another slap.

Kylie’s cheeks hurt unbearably, tears sprung forth from her eyes, making her pitiful appearance evoke sympathy from anyone who saw her.

But Maeve had no intention of being sympathetic.

She had been vexed by Kylie for a long while, "You should be grateful the show’s presence saved you from more of a beating."

"There are plenty of bitches like you asking for trouble." Maeve’s voice was cold to the bone, "But one as shaless, as displeasing to as you, Kylie Kendrick, you’re the first."

Her voice was becoming impatient.

Kylie’s eyes were red. Maeve’s deanor was so terrifying, even listening to her made Kylie tremble, each pause threatening the next slap to land on her face.