Chapitre 10: Marry Him For His Wealth

By now, Vaughn's patience had completely thinned. He was so enraged that he didn't even bother to maintain his composure in front of the two respectable guests he had been trying to please. Normally, this daughter of his usually invoke nothing but disgust whenever he look at her, but right now, she managed to evoke pure anger from his, making his whole body boil so much fury that had never happened before.

How dare she try to burn the bridge after crossing over?

Did she think that just because she was going to marry Nathaniel Grant, it made her his wife?

He sneered and smacked the coffee table hard. "You little wench! Let's see how you will get my blessing if you don't heed my order!"

Crisp laughter spilled from Aysel's lips, her eyes as cold as those of a demoness from the depths of hell. "Your blessing? Is it edible?"

Vaughn choked at her mocking words, and he had to take several deep breaths to calm the boiling fury in his heart.

He glanced at the two men, and his heart skipped a beat at the mocking look in their eyes, directed at his family. He hated this useless daughter of his even more. This was all her fault! She had made him lose his composure, and now she had made him look bad in front of the duo he was trying to impress.

He would definitely find a way to discipline this useless child of his and make her obedient. Pushing aside his thought, he softened his voice to sound apologetical, "Butler Jones, I am very sorry for making you witness my family's dirty laundry. However, I hope you now see how disobedient Aysel is. She has always been like this, purposeful not heeding orders to attract my attention, but in the end, after coming to her right mind, she would always came to regret her disobedience. So I would ask you to draft a contract as my wife here had said, and we will be the ones signing it for her. That way, all sides will be pleased and you can take her to your home!" He suggested enthusiastically.

The butler was silent for a moment before raising an eyebrow. "I trust that Miss Aysel can make her own decision. So everything will depend on her. Pardon me, Mr. Swift, but I can't do as you say."

"Butler..." The vein on Vaughn's neck popped as he squeezed the word out through gritted teeth. He wondered why the butler wouldn't help him.

Meanwhile, the butler spared him no further glance, directing his gaze instead at Aysel. He stared at her for a long while, his eyes boring into her as if trying to discern what she was made of. His gaze was full of pressure that would make an ordinary person buckle, but Aysel remained firm in her seat, returning his intense stare.

'She would make a good wife for the Young Master,' Butler Jones assessed. 'She seems fierce enough to chase away those disrespectful nuisances at home, just like the Young Master likes it. She also seems sincere enough. She's definitely worth the contract.'

'I don't know what the heck is going on in this butler's head, but hopefully, he adjusts the contract for me,' Aysel thought. 'Whether the contract is pure slavery or not, I have to marry Mr. Grant. But I really hope this old man adjusts it, or I might just die from boredom!' Aysel cried inwardly.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the butler opened his mouth. "Are you sure about this, Miss Aysel?"

Aysel stilled at the question, digging her nails into her palm before nodding slowly. "Yes, Butler."

"Perfect then."

Under the gaze of the Swift family, he gave Anthony a nod, who also returned the gesture while muttering an "excuse me" and then went out.

The Swift family panicked, the dread of losing the property that was nearly in their grasp settling in.

"Sister, are you really going to do this? Are you really going to backstab us now that you have a thigh to cling to?" Daisy asked, her soft voice trembling, but her eyes were cold as she looked Aysel in the eye, blinking repeatedly as if threatening her to back out.

Aysel merely shrugged at her words. "What's wrong with clinging to a thigh? The thicker, the better. And I plan to cling to this one tightly anyway."

Daisy was left speechless by Aysel's nonchalant retort.

She glanced at the butler's expression and saw the light amusement dancing in his eyes. However, she misunderstood its meaning and simply thought the butler was mocking Aysel, so she immediately utilized her acting skills.

She spoke in a hesitant voice, her eyes filled with discomfort. "But Sister, how—how can you love someone for their wealth? You should at least try to find some good qualities in them."

Aysel found Daisy amusing. She crossed her legs, one hand stretched on the sofa's backrest while looking Daisy up and down before shaking her head. "Ridiculous. I've never met Mr. Grant before. Are you suggesting I should have fallen for his impeccable character and manliness? Or that I've been in love with him for decades? Now THAT would be ridiculous."

Daisy was once again left speechless.

Where the hell had that dumb witch who could barely raise her head gone?

Who on earth was this sassy woman sitting in front of her and giving an almost perfect retort to her words like an AI?

Daisy wasn't planning to give up. She had always had the upper hand, and she definitely had to keep it.

She opened her mouth again. "So, Sister, are you saying that if he didn't have money or status, you wouldn't marry him?"

Aysel thought to herself that she would hide from him if he wasn't handsome enough. She needed some eye candy, after all. She had tried googling information about him but had only found basic details and a picture that seemed to be from when he was much younger— VERY young. So, it was safe to say she didn't know what her soon-to-be husband looked like.

Daisy grew smug at the sight of Aysel's silence, and she shot the butler a look as if to say, "See? She's such a materialistic woman."