Chapter 343: I’ve Made Up My Mind To Marry Stanley
I have thought that Yvonne has a high standard for her husband and doesn’t even like someone like James. It turns out that she has taken a fancy to this incompetent gigolo.>
Grace could not help sneering in her heart. She did not care about the truth at all.
What she cared about was how to make use of this to achieve her goal.
Thinking of this, she asked, "Do you really want to get her back?"
Stanley nodded.
Grace felt relived, and there was a flash of light in her eyes.
"If so, then listen to me. I promise you that you’ll get her forgiveness."
When Stanley heard this, he naturally couldn’t wish for more.
"Then I’ll have to trouble you, auntie."
Grace only sneered in her heart.
After returning to the home, Grace immediately asked someone to take the phone to the professional to unlock it.
After that, she went to the room to meet Yvonne.
At this time, Yvonne had been locked up for an entire afternoon. During this period, she had called for help. But no matter how hard she shouted, no one paid attention to her.
She knew that she couldn’t go out.
At this moment, she felt a despair that she had never felt before. She sat on the ground, exhausted.
When Grace went in and saw her like this, she walked forward in a good mood.
"I heard that you have been shouting in your room all afternoon. Do you really want me to let you out?"
Upon hearing this, Yvonne glared at her hatefully and turned her head away, showing no intention of answering.
Grace was not surprised at her reaction.
Grace coldly smiled. Then she went forward and squatted down to pinch her chin.
Regardless of her struggle, she forcibly twisted her face to face with her.
She was willing to see Yvonne stare at her helplessly, just like another person.
"Listen, if you want to go out, cooperate with me. As long as you do as I say, I promise to let you go."
The next second, Yvonne spat on her face.
"Pah! Grace, don’t you even think about it!"
Grace suppressed her anger and said, "Really? Then let’s wait and see."
After saying that, she shook off her cheeks, stood up, and ordered the men in black outside, "From now on, no one is allowed to go in, not even the servant sending the food."
"Yes."
Grace turned around and glanced at Yvonne coldly before turning to leave.
Yvonne was not surprised that Grace would do this. She sat up straight, leaned against the wall, and slowly closed her eyes.
After Grace got the unlocked mobile phone, she immediately sent a message to James in the name of Yvonne.
"I have decided to marry Stanley. Wish you well."
In the office, James was dumbfounded when he received this message.
Why did she plan to marry him?>
James didn’t believe it and called back.
Grace looked at James’s phone call, and smiled. Then she hung up the phone mercilessly and sent another message.
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"I’ve made up my mind. Don’t call me again."
After sending this message, Grace directly added his mobile phone number into the blacklist.
James became completely anxious when he saw this message.
He called again, only to find that he couldn’t get through.
He immediately realized that Yvonne was blacklisting him. It seemed that she was determined to marry that scumbag.
Realizing this, James clenched his fists tightly.
Even if Yvonne didn’t like him, he would never let her marry that scumbag.
With that in mind, James grabbed his car keys and left the company.
He decided to ask her about it face to face.
He came to her home and knocked frantically on it, but no one answered him.
James felt a little scared.
He even regretted it a little.
While he was regretting, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Grace.
"What is she calling for?" James hesitated for a moment before answering the call.
As soon as the phone was connected, Grace said, "I wonder if Mr. Taylor knows that Yvonne is getting married."
James was already in a bad mood. At this time, his mood was even worse, but he still suppressed his anger and said, "She won’t marry that kind of person."
Grace heard him and sneered, "Mr. Taylor, don’t be so sure. I heard it from Yvonne herself."
"Where is she? Ask her to answer the phone," James hurriedly said.
Grace smiled, "She doesn’t want to answer your call. Mr. Taylor, I feel sad for you. Tell me, what’s wrong with her? She would rather marry a scum than you."
Her words were like a nail that nailed James’s heart. He gritted his teeth and endured it, smashing his fist on the cold and hard wall.
He thought, "I would never lose to that scumbag!"
Then he hung up the phone coldly and turned to leave.
He drove at a high speed and soon stopped in front of the hospital.
Since he couldn’t see Yvonne, he might as well go straight to Stanley.
He didn’t believe that he couldn’t stop it.
He got out of the car and walked into the hospital angrily.
He found Stanley’s office and rushed over angrily.
In the office, Stanley in a white coat was talking to his assistant.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the door was kicked open by a strong force.
He and his assistant were shocked at the same time. When they looked up, they saw James rushing in angrily. Before he could react, he was grabbed by the collar and punched in the face.
The assistant screamed in fright and dodged.
Stanley staggered and almost fell to the ground, blood oozing from his mouth.
He was stunned and wiped the blood. He was a little angry, but considering James’s identity, he did not respond strongly. Instead, he questioned, "Mr. Taylor, how did I offend you?"
Hearing his question, James felt angrier. He clenched his fist and punched again, grabbing his collar again.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "What do you think?"
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At this time, though Stanley cared about his identity, he could not bear it.
After being tricked by him last time, he had been hit by Mrs. Lynne, and now he was still injured.
Thinking of this, Stanley broke away from his hand and said, "Mr. Taylor, if you keep doing this, I will call the police."
James found it funny and said, "Tell the police to punish a scumbag like you." Stanley felt very uncomfortable when he heard him call him scumbag.
"Mr. Taylor, be reasonable. What’s wrong with you to beat someone up for no reason?" Stanley wiped the blood on his lips as he spoke.
James snorted, "Fine, since you want to know, let me tell you. Why do you still pester Yvonne?"
James’s words surprised Stanley.
He said innocently, "No, I don’t."
"Yon don’t admit it?"
James stepped forward and pulled his collar again.
Stanley was speechless. "Mr. Taylor, can you calm down and listen to me?"
"Speak!"
Only then did James let him go.
Stanley frowned and said, "I just called her a few times. She didn’t answer my call."
James stared at him in disbelief.
"You really didn’t pester her?"
Stanley shook his head. "No."
"Then why did she say she wanted to marry you?"
James was confused.
"Marry me?"
Stanley was frightened.
Although he did want to marry Yvonne, she still didn’t forgive him.
He said, "Who told you that?"
James stared at him to judge whether he was telling the truth or not.
"You really don’t know?"
Stanley said, "I really don’t know."
Seeing that he did not seem to be lying, James became confused. "Yvonne is lying to me?" he thought.
Then he said, "Call her now and make things clear."
Stanley nodded, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
The White family.
Grace sat in the living room. Jeanette, the daughter of the third son of the White family, came in from the outside.
"Aunt, you’re looking for me."
Jeanette walked over and sat down beside Grace. She picked up the apple in the fruit basket on the table and took a bite.
Grace glanced at the innocent girl and her eyes flashed.
"Jeanette, I remember that you have learned how to match sound for a period of time."
"Yes, but my mother stopped it later," Jeanette said with some regret.
"Then... Can you imitate our family’s voice?"
Jeanette said confidently, "I can. Aunt, who do you want to listen to?"
Grace smiled and said, "Your sister Yvonne, can you?"
Jeanette patted her chest. "No problem."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yvonne’s phone rang. Grace stared at the caller ID on the screen and said, "Jeanette, help Aunt answer the phone. No matter what the other says later, you have to reply in Yvonne’s voice."
Jeanette nodded.
Only then did Grace pick up the phone and put it on speaker. Stanley’s voice came from the other end of the line.
"Hey, Yvonne."
Jeanette glanced at Grace. When she saw her nod, she imitated Yvonne’s voice and said, "Yes, it’s me."