Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 9: Let’s See Who Outsmarts Whom

Editor: Henyee Translations

At the ntion of Young Master Shaw from the Shaw family, Joy froze in her motion to act against Alia Wright.

Bess Bennett’s expression shifted several tis; no one knew if Alia’s words were true or false—what if Young Master Shaw really wanted her to return soon?

Bess felt a surge of anger that she couldn’t vent, making her chest ache with fury.

Originally, she thought her daughter’s suggestion was unnecessary; controlling Alia shouldn’t require any particular ans, but now it seed quite necessary indeed.

Did this wretch think marrying into the Shaw family would give her a backer? Now she dares to defy her.

Bess forcibly suppressed her anger and sighed, "The child has grown up and married; a mother can’t intervene. Suit yourself; you’ve returned in haste today, so you must be thirsty. Co have a cup of tea."

Alia looked at the tea on the coffee table, half-smiling.

She was fully aware of what would happen next.

Bess would drug her and then arrange for her to et Marsh Smith, capturing her in a compromising video.

Knowing in advance what would happen upon returning to the Wright family ho, how could she not be prepared?

Drugging soone—isn’t it sothing anyone can do?

Alia walked over, picked up the tea in front of her, flicked her fingertips lightly, dropping a bit of drug powder into Bess’s teacup, "Mrs. Wright, let’s have a drink together."

The term "Mrs. Wright" ignited a flare of anger in Bess, who picked up her tea and took a few sips.

After confirming Alia drank the tea, she finally spoke, "Marsh Smith is here to see you; he’s waiting in your room."

Alia put down her teacup, "I’ve just gotten married, letting a man casually into my room—is that appropriate?"

Bess suppressed her impatience, "This is the Wright family; who you et won’t be known to anyone."

Alia lowered her gaze, barely concealing a fierce glint in her eyes, "Alright then, since Mrs. Wright insists, I’ll go et him."

Alia turned and walked away, her high heels tapping elegantly on the floor, giving Bess an inexplicable sense of tightness in her chest.

Today, Alia made her feel as though she was slipping out of her control.

Bess shook her head forcefully, thinking it impossible; a mindless wretch always under her control and at her rcy—what change could possibly occur? Maybe the arranged marriage had overstimulated her.

Once the video is taken, it would be effortless to handle her.

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anwhile, Marsh Smith was waiting in Alia Wright’s room, growing impatient.

If it weren’t for Ava, he wouldn’t have any involvent with Alia.

A timid adopted daughter, not presentable, yet daring to stick around like an annoying leech proclaiming she likes him, causing everyone to know, making him disgusted.

At this mont, the door lock turned, and soone pushed the door open.

Marsh looked up to see a figure walking towards him.

A beauty who seed to have stepped out of a painting; cold and distant, yet with a hint of paleness and fragility that softened his heart.

Marsh subconsciously softened his breath and asked, "Are you a guest here for the art exhibition? Are you looking for a resting room?"

Alia couldn’t help but cover her face lightly and laugh, both mocking and loathing, "Marsh Smith, wasn’t it you who wanted to see ?"

Shocked at hearing the familiar voice, Marsh exclaid, "You... you’re Alia Wright!"

It’s no wonder Marsh didn’t recognize her; this Alia, aside from those already familiar with her appearance from the Wright family, no one could connect this stunning beauty with the plain Wright family adopted daughter.

"Yes, it’s been a long ti!" With enemies appearing one after another, the malice in Alia’s heart grew stronger, and she smiled even more.

Now, she possessed the semblance of a beauty, but underneath, she had long been corroded and maddened by hatred.

Marsh was dazzled by Alia’s smile, staring in a daze; had he known Alia was this beautiful earlier, being nicer to her wouldn’t have been impossible.

Thinking of this beauty following his every whim these past two years, Marsh’s vanity received imnse satisfaction, causing him to overlook the fleeting nace in Alia’s eyes.

Marsh spoke gently, "Alia, have a seat."

Alia sat down indifferently, just as a faint locking sound ca from the door.

She curved her lips into a smile; let’s see this life—who outsmarts who.

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