Chapter 1849 - 1839: Skye Lawrence Humiliated (2)
Chapter 1849: Chapter 1839: Skye Lawrence Humiliated (2)
Skye Lawrence had never been so humiliated before. She clenched her fists in humiliation, her beautiful eyes filled with toughness, as she said with her red lips moving, "Even if it’s a failing company, it’s still my blood and sweat. Madam, if you don’t like me, you can have your son not marry me!"
Mrs. Oscar sneered, unmoved, and looked at her, snorting, "Do you think I want you to enter my family’s door? Let me tell you again, you’re no longer the First Young Lady of the Lawrence Family. Do you think with your current status, you deserve my son?"
She flicked her gorgeous nails, glancing coldly at Skye Lawrence, her disdainful posture like she was looking at a defective product, "You don’t deserve it!"
Skye Lawrence’s face turned pale, then flushed, as if she had been slapped hard twice and pinned to the spot. She retorted, "So I don’t want to deserve it either!"
"Hah, saying one thing while doing another. If you don’t want it, tell Oscar you’re not planning to marry him. On one hand, you want to climb up to our family, on the other hand, you’re pretending. Let me tell you, I’ve seen many women like you who pretend. It’s just because Oscar likes you, I’m making it happen for my son." Mrs. Oscar finished speaking, glanced at her, and sat on the sofa, "Alright, go make me a cup of tea."
"I’m about to go out, I have work!" Skye Lawrence emphasized with restraint.
Mrs. Oscar picked up the magazine on the table, without even lifting her eyelids, as if she didn’t care about her at all, calmly saying, "Your work now is to make a cup of tea for your future mother-in-law. Remember, I want Earl Grey tea. Despite being the First Young Lady of the Lawrence Family before, you should know tea ceremony, right? I don’t like it too strong or too weak. You figure out the right amount."
Skye Lawrence’s temples pounded intensely, her face turned extremely sour. She wanted to get angry but disdained to argue with a woman like Mrs. Oscar. She simply restrained her expression and went back to the kitchen to make the tea.
The cup of tea lasted until the evening before Mrs. Oscar left.
Although she left, Skye Lawrence couldn’t possibly go out to work at this hour either.
She looked at the tea set still uncleaned in the living room, feeling both humiliated and angry. She rubbed her aching temples, closed her eyes, and leaned on the sofa to rest for a while. Once she felt slightly better, she took out her phone and called the company, "I’m not coming today, tell them to have a meeting early tomorrow morning. Also, for the project I’m having someone watch, make sure it’s monitored well."
After speaking, she hung up the phone.
Just as she was about to put her phone aside, it dinged with a new message.
Skye Lawrence opened the message; it was from the driver.
——First Young Lady, quickly go online to watch the video.
What video?
She frowned slightly, opened the mobile website, and a front-page headline immediately popped up——"The head of the Lawrence Family personally announces the wedding, The President of Lawrence Corporation will marry in half a month!"
Skye Lawrence tightly clenched her phone, unable to believe it, quickly clicked on the video, which was live streaming Old Master Lawrence’s press conference.
The setting of the press conference was incredibly familiar to her; it was inside the Lawrence Mansion!
And the Housekeeper stood behind the energetic old man, who announced each explosive statement decisively and crisply.
Her head buzzed loudly.
Even though she didn’t know who the marriage partner was, a name suddenly appeared in her mind——Enna Clark!
Old Master actually acknowledged Enna Clark, wanting them to get married?!