Chapter 421: 420 two-stage reversal, the scenes are an eyesore (2 updates) Chapter 421: 420 two-stage reversal, the scenes are an eyesore (2 updates) Beckett Jeans’ face changed dramatically in an instant!
When the manager approached, his face, too, beca awkward.
The man’s coarse panting,
the woman’s low moaning,
and occasionally so lewd words and phrases. The manager forced a smile and said, “Young Master Jeans, maybe I got the room wrong. I’ll go check with the staff again.”
It was clearly an excuse.
The manager was no fool. After all, Beckett was Cressida Jones’ ex-fiancé, and now he was practically a future brother-in-law. It was very likely that Miss Jones was in the room. Rushing in recklessly, with so many people, how would she face others afterwards?
Martin Yates frowned slightly. After all, he was the calm one. Those sounds…
They did not resemble those of his young friend.
So as the manager was stopping Beckett, and the two were arguing, he just glanced at his watch, ready to turn around and leave.
Since it had nothing to do with his young friend, he should be at the annual eting by now.
If he didn’t show up soon, his sister would probably get angry.
Beckett was becoming increasingly infuriated. During the ti he dated Cressida, he also wanted to touch her, but she said she wanted to save her first ti for their engagent night. At that ti, he was bewitched by Marigold’s charm and thought Cressida was too prudish, so he wasn’t interested in her body.
But thinking that she would actually give herself to so old man made him furious!
Pushing aside the manager,
with one foot,
“Bang—” He kicked the door open.
“Cressida Jones!” The door was kicked open effortlessly.
Beckett roared with anger, shocking the two people who were entwined inside.
“Ah—” A woman’s scream followed, attracting many onlookers.
Because Beckett was knocking on every door and arguing with the manager, many guests poked their heads out of their boxes to see what was happening. Upon hearing the scream, those who loved gossip rushed over.
Inside the room, a middle-aged man and woman were half-naked, fooling around on the sofa on one side of the box.
The scene was truly indecent.
“Damn, is that erotic lingerie? At such an age, they’re playing pretty wild.”
“I thought it was so youngsters, but I didn’t expect such intensity at that age, tsk—”
“Say, why does this woman look so familiar?”
…
Lavinia Wilde’s warmth had long since vanished, and she was shivering with cold. Her clothes had already been torn apart, and Mr. Drake, seeing the situation, only cared about finding clothes to cover himself, completely ignoring that she was still naked and exposed in front of everyone.
Beckett sighed in relief that the person inside was not Cressida Jones.
But this person…
He clenched his fingers, “Aunt? Why are you here?”
This scene was too shocking for him!
Although he didn’t like Marigold now, after the engagent party’s switch of brides, she was still technically his fiancée.
And then,
his fiancée’s mother was caught cheating?
And he was the one to catch her.
For a mont, it felt like a bolt from the blue.
That feeling was even more thrilling than having his own video exposed at the engagent party.
Beckett’s calling out served as a reminder to the onlookers, and soone recalled, “Isn’t that Mrs. Jones?”
“Silas Jones’ wife? What’s she doing here with another man?”
“This man seems to be YM’s Mr. Drake. Wasn’t he supposed to be on a blind date with Cressida tonight? How did he end up getting together with her stepmother?”
The crowd was chattering on, and Martin Yates just took a glance.
Simply too painful to look at,
such things were really not eye-friendly to him. He wasn’t interested in gossip, but when he turned to leave, he saw Cressida Jones coming slowly with her bag and holding a coffee, looking relaxed.
That deanor…
was as if she were here on holiday.
But upon seeing Martin Yates, a hint of surprise flashed through her eyes, “Uncle Yates? What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to attend the Payne Corps’ annual eting.”
Cressida Jones nodded in acknowledgnt. Although the Payne Corps’ annual eting was on the second floor and this was the sixth floor, she did not have the leisure to think about it, as she was surprised to see a crowd at the private room’s entrance and asked, “Why are there so many people? What happened?”
As soon as everyone saw her, they imdiately made way!
Seeing Beckett Jeans, she was sowhat surprised and seed a bit nervous, “Beckett? What are you doing here? Tonight was the arranged blind date my father set up, I was forced into it, I…”
Before she could finish her sentence, she had already entered the private room.
With a cry of shock, she stood frozen in place, “Aunt Wilde, what are you and Mr. Drake doing?”
“Isn’t Mr. Drake my blind date? Why are you doing this?”
“Marigold has already stolen my fiancé, and now you even covet my blind date. Father knows about this, doesn’t he?”
…
These words instantaneously pulled the shocked crowd’s attention back to the previous engagent party scene.
“I almost forgot, Miss Jones’ stepsister has no sha, seducing her fiancé. I didn’t expect her stepmother to be even lower, luring away her blind date too.”
“Coming from the lowly, naturally they are despicable!”
“No wonder she dresses so inappropriately at her age.”
Lavinia Wilde had already wrapped herself in an outer garnt, and when she saw Cressida Jones appear with an innocent face, the world seed to spin around her.
The door was clearly locked just monts before,
how did these people barge in?
She bit her lip, certain that this vile woman had set her up.
“Cressida Jones, where were you just now!”
“I felt dizzy, probably from a bit of alcohol and the indoor heating being too strong, so I went out to get so air and bought a cup of coffee to perk up,” Cressida Jones truly did have a coffee in hand, “But Aunt Wilde, Dad just left, this is… unfitting, right?”
“Let’s go Cressida,” Beckett Jeans couldn’t bear to watch any longer, signaling Cressida Jones to leave with him.
Lavinia Wilde hadn’t expected Beckett Jeans to be there, too.
The world seed to spin again,
if he knew, it ant the Jeans Family would know as well.
Mrs. Jeans already disliked her daughter, and now that she has made a scandal, the Jeans Family probably had another excuse.
And Silas Jones, knowing the situation, would not let her off either.
She had ruined her daughter,
and now she was going to be ruined!
She glared at Cressida Jones ferociously, her eyes filled with a murderous intent, “Cressida Jones, you little bitch, you’re the one who ruined !”
“I’m going to kill you, kill you!”
After saying this, she lunged forward, ready to tear Cressida apart.
Her hair was disheveled, and her expression was terrifying.
Beckett Jeans quickly stepped back to avoid the fray, not caring about Cressida Jones’s fate at all.
Cressida Jones’s breathing tightened, and before she could react, her wrist was grabbed, and she was pulled backward. Martin Yates dragged her behind him and kicked out!
The kick was fast, fierce, and precise!
It struck Lavinia Wilde in the chest, and she was thrown to the ground, lying there like a lump of mud, all her energy seemingly drained.
She coughed violently, her chest heaving, and her mouth filled with the taste of savory blood.
She struggled to her feet, and as she attempted to charge again, Martin Yates took two quick steps and kicked her in the shoulder.
The force was oppressive and ruthlessly fierce.
The hotel staff were so frightened that they dared not step forward to intervene.
The manager recognized Martin Yates and was troubled by the commotion,
wondering how Martin Yates had gotten wrapped up in this.
Martin Yates was notoriously difficult to deal with, especially as Lavinia Wilde, oblivious to her impending doom, yelled, “Who are you? How dare you kick ? Do you know who my husband is? I’ll have your life for this!”
Upon hearing this, the manager nearly passed out.
If Martin Yates got angry, the situation would only escalate, so he instructed his staff, “Quickly find President Jones and the Payne Family mbers, but don’t cause too much commotion.”
“You commit such shaless acts, and you still want to resort to violence and call for murder in public? Who gave you the gall!” Martin Yates shouted angrily, frightening Lavinia Wilde so much that her body trembled.
She wanted to curse at him, but as their eyes t, the chilling coldness in his gaze forced her to retreat.
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