Ursula saw the commotion behind her.
As the luxury car caught up, her eyes widened in disbelief, a flood of emotions washing over her...
Greg had actually followed them.
"Bro, that old man did this on purpose!"
In the Cullinan's passenger seat, Hailey was fuming.
When they first saw Cliff take Ursula away without a word, they thought she might be in danger and immediately followed. But then the old fox actually slowed down—right until Greg's hidden bodyguards stationed around the area all mobilized at once.
In an instant, her brother's hand had been completely exposed.
"It's fine."
Greg's slender, cool hands gripped the steering wheel, the veins along his forearms standing out like perfectly sculpted art.
The next second, the speedometer shot up.
The Cullinan overtook several vehicles in rapid succession, its unyielding momentum forcing the lead Hongqi to a halt.
Amid the haze of burning rubber, the two convoys faced off. Greg stepped out of his car and calmly rapped on the Hongqi's window.
Excitement flickered in Cliff's eyes.
"I barely know him—don't even think about it!" Ursula frowned, Cliff's expression unsettling her.
In the Abbott household, compared to Odette's blunt oppression, she feared her smiling-tiger father far more.
He had tried, countless times, to use her as a bargaining chip for profit.
Cliff smiled, his gaze cold. "Looks like your mother was right. You really have become disobedient—even learned to lie."
"Let me be frank. Because of your recent behavior, I'd already agreed to arrange a marriage between you and the young heir of Lambert Group. But now... I'll give you a chance to choose for yourself."
"Whether you can seize it is up to you."
With that, the car door opened.
Ursula locked eyes with Greg, still reeling.
Behind her, Cliff shoved her forward. Greg caught her steadily.
Cliff's knowing laughter lingered in the air. "Mr. Weiss rarely visits Northport. Let Ursula show you some proper hospitality on my behalf."
That he'd uncovered Greg's identity so quickly only deepened Ursula's unease.
"Mr. Weiss, please don't get too close to me. I don't want to cause trouble for you or Hailey."
She instinctively stepped back. Greg's grip tightened.
"Choose me."
"What?"
In the shifting light and shadow, Greg's deep-set eyes drew closer, inch by inch.
"Choose me. Every problem you're facing—I'll handle it."
Ursula's pupils dilated.
But then he handed her a prenuptial agreement.
When she questioned him, Greg explained, "I need someone to hold the position of Mrs. Weiss. You happen to be suitable.Once you've made your decision, feel free to contact me.See you soon."
But that explanation didn't convince her. Ursula suspected this was about repaying a debt.
A headache was forming. She needed to find a chance to clear things up with him.
That night, At the Weiss residence, Hailey was equally baffled. "Bro, can't you just say you like her?"
