“Fine, cancel the wedding then. I don’t need your opportunity.”
The two of them were stunned, especially Eric, whose face looked extremely pale.
He wasn’t sure what stung more—being humiliated for the first time by a woman he had always looked down on, or the sudden realization that if he truly refused this marriage, his grandfather might actually strip him of his inheritance.
But Laura who was standing beside him, had a gleam in her eyes, filled with greed and ambition.
“Eric, wouldn't it be better if she refused to get married? At least you won't have to bring such a village girl home and embarrass yourself.”
After she finished speaking, she saw Eric hesitating and weighing his options.
She immediately stepped forward and spoke quickly, “What your grandfather said earlier was just out of anger. How could he really revoke your inheritance rights just because you refuse to marry a village girl?
“You are so capable and intelligent. Your grandfather is counting on you to take the Morton Family to the next level.”
Those words hit the mark and Eric instantly grew confident.
“But the invitations have already been sent out. It may be too late to cancel them now.”
Laura chuckled, tracing circles on his chest with her finger, her tone seductive as she said in a charming tone, “What's the big deal? I'm still here. I'm the one who was supposed to marry you.”
Eric's eyes darkened as he gripped her hand with a hoarse voice, “The one I should marry is indeed a lady of noble birth like you.”
“Someone like her, if it weren’t for my grandfather forcing her on me, would never be with me even just once in a lifetime.”
I was so annoyed that I pointed at the door and said, “Since the wedding is cancelled, please leave with Miss Chavez immediately and have the workers dismantle all this mess!”
The onlookers burst into laughter.
“Does she really think that just because the wedding is cancelled, the wedding house will still be her? This is pre-marital property. Since the wedding hasn’t even taken place, it obviously belongs to Mr. Morton.”
Laura said coquettishly, “Eric, don't give her this house. You've canceled the wedding, so I don’t want her to get any advantage over you.”
“Okay, then I'll ask her to give it back,” Eric agreed, then he said to me, “I don't care what my grandfather gave you, but this house, I'm taking it back. Get out now.”
I was speechless and couldn't help but remind him, “Eric, this house was given to me by my company's supervisor, not by your Morton Family.”
Eric sneered, pulled out a check from his wallet and flung it in front of me.
“Alright, stop making up stories. You just want money, right? Just assume that I bought the house, okay?”
I coldly stared at him as I said, “Eric, let me explain again. This house was given to me by my company. I won't give it to you and it's not something you can buy with money.”
My words not only made Eric and Laura burst into laughter, but also the residents who were watching at the door.
“Typical city bumpkin. This building is indeed in a prime location, but it's an old house that's been vacant for years. A house like this hasn't been sold after all these years, clearly because it can't be sold.
“Mr. Morton gave her so much money that it would have been enough to buy an entire building in the privileged area, yet she still isn't satisfied.”
Eric also snorted derisively and said, “Did you hear that? Be sensible, take your money and get out of here.”
I, however, said resolutely, “Eric, I won't let you do whatever you want. This house is not something you can buy with money. Your money isn't all-powerful.”
