Chapter four: Take.The Money And Get Lost
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Stand down!” Dylan hollered at Roland. “This is a family affair. Go out first.”
Roland reluctantly but obediently withdrew his hand, glowered at Bethany's parents again, and left.
Bethany's parents were full of resentment, but they did not dare to get physical with Dylan again.
Roland's terrifying gaze intimidated them, and they even had some scruples about Dylan.
However, as they looked at Dylan's cheap clothes and calm expression that was almost the same as the past, their worries vanished.
I was thinking too much. A good-for-nothing is still good-for-nothing! “What are you doing standing at the door? Hurry up and come in, you disgraceful thing!” Catherine pushed the door open furiously and entered.
Bethany's father humphed coldly, finding Lucas an eyesore.
Dylan followed him and entered the house.
The living room of the Smiths' home was very lively at that moment, as it was crowded with more than ten relatives.
Upon sight of Dylan, who came in after Bethany's parents, many of them who knew who Lucas was looked puzzled.
“Isn’t this… that good-for-nothing? Why is he suddenly back?”
“Who? Is this the good-for-nothing you guys mentioned just now? Didn’t you say that he had already died?”
“Who knows? He’s been missing for so many years. And now that Mr. Sawyer is going to get engaged with Bethany, he’s come scurrying back. Who knows what thoughts he’s harboring?!”
“He definitely has evil intentions.”
Dylan glanced at the people around him, some of whom used to mock him and some of whom he hadn’t met before.
The most striking one was a young man sitting in the center of the couch and gaining the attention of everyone.
He looked around his mid-to-late-twenties and was dressed fashionably, his hair gelled back and his under-eye bags slightly puffy. He was obviously an avid drinker and a lustful person.
He reckoned that he was Sawyer, the new fiancé that the Smiths chose for Bethany, whom everyone else was talking about.
Dylan secretly sneered. They’re treating this piece of trash like a treasure?
However, Bethany was not in the living room, and that made Dylan, who wanted to see her, feel slightly disappointed.
Visibly annoyed, Catherine said, “Okay, we can’t be bothered to talk to you either. The point of today’s meeting is regarding Mr. Sawyer and Bethany's marriage anyway. You came at the right time. This saves us the hassle of getting your death certificate from the courts. When Bethany comes home, immediately go get a divorce with her.”
Dylan did not utter a single word.
This group of relatives gathered here suddenly began mocking him sarcastically.
“What? You don’t want to get a divorce?”
“Of course he doesn’t. It wasn’t easy for him to marry the greatest beauty of Lavender Town and form ties with the Smiths. Of course, he’s going to cling tightly onto her.”
“How shameless. Doesn’t he realize that he can’t hold a candle to Mr. Sawyer at all? He doesn’t have any self-awareness!”
“Look at how shabby he is. He’s not even worthy of carrying Mr. Sawyer's shoes! Hurry up and make yourself scarce!”
Bethany's father knocked on the table and exclaimed, “I’ll be honest. I won’t let my daughter suffer with you! What can a penniless man like you give her? If you still have a conscience, and if you’re still a man, have the decency and self-awareness to divorce her. Stop wasting Bethany's time and holding her back!”
Dylan closed his eyes and looked unusually composed. “If Bethany doesn’t want to be with me any longer, she can let me know herself, and I’ll divorce her without another word. But you people have no right to make arrangements for us!” he barked sneeringly as he stared at the people around him.
What? This loser says we have no right?!
Just as they were about to lose their temper, someone burst into laughter, stopping them from talking.
Mr. Sawyer seems to be about to say something. Of course, we have to wait for him to finish!
Grant Sawyer was snuggled up on the couch, fiddling with his Patek Philippe watch and large ring while sizing Dylan up.
“You must be that… someone, right? What have you been doing these past few years?”
Dylan said indifferently, “I was just getting by.”
Grant chuckled again and clapped his hands as he stood up. “I suggest you don’t force me to deal with you the hard way. Bethany isn’t someone a wimp like you deserves . Even a fool knows why you’re clinging to the Smiths.”
He took out a check from his pocket. “Here’s a check for thirty thousand. It’s enough to support you for several years. Be smart, take it, and get lost, lest you end up with nothing in the end,” Grant threatened.
Dylan reached out to take the check while the others watched in contempt.
“Indeed, he just wants money!”
“A loser is a loser. You’ve probably never had so much money all your life, huh?!”
“Mr. Sawyer just had to wave his hand, and this piece of trash took the money readily. Tsk.”
A crisp sound filled the air, immediately making everyone stop their mockery as they looked at Dylan in disbelief.
This good-for-nothing tore the check!
He tore the thirty thousand dollar check!
Is he out of his mind?!
Everyone watched in disbelief as Dylan gently tossed the ripped pieces of the torn check.
“Grant Sawyer, you’re just an outsider. You don’t have the right to interfere in our affairs.”
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