Trevor's POV
“Do you have any idea how many men in this city are dying to marry me?” she proudly mentioned.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Miss Young, I don’t really care what other men think. I just believe you and I aren’t a good match. As for Mr. Young, don’t worry. I’ll explain everything to him myself.”
The moment I said that, the entire dressing room erupted in disbelief.
“Oh my god, did he just say he wants to call off the wedding with the Youngs?”
“No way! Miss Young is the dream woman of every man in the capital, and he’s turning her down?”
“If it were me, I’d be laughing in my sleep if I got to marry her!”
Their whispers grew louder, but I didn’t care.
In my world, marriage wasn’t about social rank or family wealth. It was about compatibility. And clearly, this proud, self-absorbed princess in front of me was not someone I could get along with.
I could still recall how her father, Chairman Gregory Young of the Young Group, bowed and scraped in front of my grandfather not long ago. In less than half an hour, the man’s pristine white shirt was drenched in sweat, terrified of saying the wrong thing.
He probably still had no idea that the powerful alliance he’d begged for was about to be ruined by his own daughter.
“Trevor!” Felicity’s voice trembled with rage. “I’ll ask you one last time. Are you really breaking off this engagement?”
I lifted my head, meeting her gaze head-on, my tone firm and unwavering. “Absolutely.”
The room went dead silent.
She clearly hadn’t expected me to throw away the chance to marry into one of the most powerful families in the city. Her face flushed red, a mix of anger and humiliation.
Before she could think of what to say, her assistant stepped forward. “Don’t worry, Miss. You shouldn’t be upset over trash like him. You’re better off without some useless freeloader.”
Felicity hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. “But… the invitations have already been sent out. If I suddenly cancel the wedding, how am I supposed to show my face after this?”
Mr. Watts gave me a sly look before turning back to her and replying, “Miss, do you remember Mr. North from the NorthStar Group?”
At the mention of that name, Felicity’s eyes immediately lit up. “Eric, you mean…?”
He nodded eagerly, almost trembling with excitement. “Yes! NorthStar just completed a major round of funding on Wall Street, and Mr. North, as the sole heir, is now worth tens of billions. This could be the perfect opportunity for the Youngs to break into the international market!”
Felicity lowered her head, her cheeks turning pink. “But… would he really marry me?”
Mr. Watts pounded his chest confidently. “Of course! In fact, I just got word that he’s already on his way here!”
As I watched the scene unfold, everything finally clicked into place.
So that ridiculous “marital agreement” wasn’t from Felicity herself; it was his doing. The assistant’s real goal wasn’t protecting her dignity; it was securing a business marriage between the Youngs and NorthStar Group.
Sadly, the poor woman didn’t even realize she was being used like a pawn.
“Enough,” I said coldly. “Miss Young, the engagement between us is over. But don’t you think bringing in a new groom at the last minute is going a bit too far?”
Then I pointed straight at her assistant. “I just want to know one thing. Whose idea was that ‘marital agreement’?”
Observing Felicity, she might be spoiled and arrogant, but she wasn’t stupid enough to come up with something that twisted. There was clearly more going on beneath the surface.
