“Why are you being so sarcastic? Aren’t we also your family? Don’t you want a strong family to support you, just like Zoey?” Terrence was getting agitated.
A strong family to support her? Yvette found Terrence laughable.
“Wasn’t the Snyder family powerful enough when Dad had just passed away? What support did you provide me?” she asked mockingly.
If Terrence hadn’t been foolish enough to violate the agreements between the Snyders and the Lanes by secretly transferring what was meant to be her wedding gifts, Xavier wouldn’t have been so disgraced, nor would he have taken it out on her. If it hadn’t been for Terrence, she wouldn’t have been rendered unable to hold her head high in front of the Lanes.
When Terrence was once again rebuffed by Yvette, he raised his hand as if to strike her. However, he could only gingerly let his hand fall when he remembered Tristan’s warning from a few days ago.
“No matter what, we share the same bloodline. You can’t just stand by and watch what belongs to our family fall into the hands of outsiders.”
Of course, Yvette wouldn’t stand idly by. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle the Snyder family’s affairs. But it has nothing to do with you. You’re not fit to be the heir of the Snyder family.”
Terrence had listened to Yara’s advice and handed over the family’s hard-earned business to others he wasn’t fit to be a human, let alone an heir.
With that, Yvette left Terrence behind.
Terrence’s eyes were filled with shock as he watched his once weak and incompetent sister speak such words.
“I’m not fit to be the heir? Who is, then? You? Ridiculous. How can a woman run a business?” he muttered to himself.
Just then, a cough sounded behind him.
Terrence turned to see Tristan and Quentin. The two tall, handsome figures stood together, exuding an intimidating air that made it difficult for Terrence to meet their eyes.
Before the Snyders’ fall, Terrence had been nothing more than a tag-along behind these two. Lacking the necessary skills, he’d had no choice but to follow in their shadows as a lackey. “Mr. Shaw, Mr. Banks,” Terrence greeted them obediently.
While Tristan ignored the useless man, Quentin nodded slightly and even asked, “Your stepsister’s engagement party is about to begin. Why aren’t you inside?”
“I’ll head in now,” Terrence replied with a fawning smile, and then invited the two to go ahead of him.
Tristan and Quentin entered first.
Along the way, Tristan yawned and remarked, “The Snyder family is a pretty decent family. Why do they have such a piece of trash for a family member?”
Quentin chuckled. “Maybe he’s not really a Snyder.”
Tristan took it as a joke and laughed it off.
During the engagement party, it was time for toasts after some of the formalities were completed. When Xavier came out, he handed Yvette a box. Yvette looked puzzled. “What’s this?”
“It’s from Dad. Look inside.”
Yvette opened the box to find a luxurious and exquisite antique ruby necklace. It was obviously very expensive.
“I can’t accept this. You should give it back to him.” Yvette didn’t want to be in anyone’s debt by taking something without earning it.
“He already left; I can’t give it back.”
Xavier had anticipated her reaction and had been prepared. “Just keep it safe for now. When he visits next time, you can return it to him yourself.”
Considering that Luke was elusive and the next meeting might only be at Jeremiah’s wedding, Yvette thought that was the only way she could return the necklace.
“Did you have something to take
care of? You were away for quite a bit,” she asked. She didn’t realize that she was starting to care about
like before.
Xavier’s life again, out
Xavier’s lips curled into a slight smile. “Do you want to know?”
Yvette quickly turned her face away. “I don’t.”
While they were talking, they didn’t notice Jeremiah and Zoey approaching them.
Jeremiah’s eyes reflected the intimate scene between Xavier and Yvette, leaving him with mixed feelings he couldn’t quite describe.