Chapter 304: Chapter 304: Arrogant from Being Favored
Chapter 304: Spoiled and Arrogant?
Then, she sneered. "You two are a perfect match, I see. A commoner for a commoner. Both of you are just low-class trash, unfit for high society!" With that, Anna Lawrence turned to leave.
An icy voice suddenly rang out from behind her. "If you walk out of here right now, I guarantee I’ll make Chalrton Lawrence get on his knees and beg for mercy." His tone was imperious, leaving no room for argument, and his gaze held a terrifying ruthlessness.
Hearing this, Rachel Royce’s brow furrowed, and she glanced sideways at Alexander Sullivan.
She had never seen him lose his composure like this. He was always so calm and self-possessed. This sudden, bizarrely protective display only annoyed her for some reason.
Anna Lawrence froze in her tracks at Alexander Sullivan’s words, standing stiffly for two seconds before she snapped out of it.
She spun around to glare at Alexander Sullivan. Though her heart was pounding with fear, she refused to back down. With a cold snort, she shrieked, "You’re nothing but a dog for the Ainsworth Family! So what if Tristan Sterling shows you a little respect? Does that make you think you’re untouchable? Alexander Sullivan, what gives you the right to be so arrogant? You really think you can do whatever you want in Kingsland?"’It’s official,’ Rachel Royce thought. ’Anna Lawrence is just like Claire Ainsworth—utterly brainless.’
’Why do some families fail to maintain their prestige, eventually declining into obscurity and ruin? It’s because they raise ignorant fools like her—people born with an inflated sense of self-importance, who act with impunity, genuinely believing their family can bail them out of anything for the rest of their lives.’
’A man like Alexander Sullivan wouldn’t make such a threat unless he had the power and resources to back it up. If Anna Lawrence had even half of Bianca Lowe’s sense and discretion, Tristan Sterling might have actually given her a second look.’
"Whether I can do as I please... we’ll see. Just watch what happens to your dear brother from now on, and you’ll have your answer," Alexander Sullivan said, his tone flat, yet carrying a chilling, oppressive weight.
Anna Lawrence’s heart leaped into her throat. A chill shot up from the soles of her feet, and her lips trembled. "You... you wouldn’t dare!"But Rachel Royce’s expression only grew darker.
"What’s all the shouting about?" a deep male voice suddenly interjected. Everyone looked up to see Chalrton Lawrence walking toward them.
His gaze swept quickly over the three of them before landing on Alexander Sullivan, a dark look flickering in the depths of his eyes.
Sharon Sinclair followed closely behind him. She had been uneasy earlier, and upon turning back, she’d overheard the argument. Fearing things would escalate, she had immediately sent someone to get Chalrton Lawrence.
She had organized today’s gathering, and the last thing she wanted was for it to become a public spectacle that ended on a sour note.
Upon seeing Chalrton Lawrence, Anna Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief.
Chalrton Lawrence stopped, his gaze fixed on Alexander Sullivan. "Well, Alexander Sullivan," he sneered, "you’re getting more and more impressive, aren’t you?" Sharon Sinclair quickly stepped forward to mediate. "Chalrton, this is Mr. Sullivan’s first time at one of these gatherings. Let’s talk things out nicely and not create bad blood." Turning to Alexander Sullivan, she said earnestly, "Mr. Sullivan, whatever the conflict is, let’s sit down and resolve it slowly. Let’s not put everyone in a position where they can’t back down gracefully." It was only then that Sharon Sinclair noticed the wound on Rachel Royce’s forehead, the blood not yet completely dry. Her gaze snapped to Anna Lawrence, and her tone hardened. "Anna, you’ve gone too far this time! Apologize to Miss Evelynn now." Anna Lawrence’s face was grim, her lips pressed into a thin line. She remained silent, clearly unwilling to back down.
Alexander Sullivan couldn’t be bothered to waste words on Chalrton Lawrence. He turned, walked to the side, and pulled out his phone, his finger swiping across the screen as if to make a call.
Seeing this, Chalrton Lawrence’s expression turned cold in an instant. His fingers curled into a fist, and a flicker of fear crossed his eyes.
Sharon Sinclair saw this and quickly stepped forward to stop him, her tone growing more earnest. "Mr. Sullivan, what Anna did today was wrong. Please, leave this to me. I promise I will give you and Miss Evelynn a satisfactory resolution, all right? This is your first time here, and I’ve failed to be a proper host. That’s my failing, and I apologize."
’Although this was the first time Sharon Sinclair had met Alexander Sullivan, she had long heard of his reputation. Anyone that close to Tristan Sterling was not to be trifled with. Furthermore, he had gone from being an insignificant pawn of the Ainsworth Family to a man whom even the Ainsworths had to treat with deference. His methods and abilities were far beyond anything Chalrton Lawrence could ever hope to match.’
’He never attended private gatherings among Kingsland’s elite, so Sharon Sinclair was already quite surprised that he had even shown up today.’
’Now, seeing him defend Evelynn so fiercely made her even more curious about their relationship. If she didn’t know Evelynn belonged to Tristan Sterling, she would have almost thought Alexander Sullivan had feelings for her.’
Alexander Sullivan glanced at Sharon Sinclair, who was blocking his path. His finger paused over the screen before he finally lowered his hand, expressionlessly shoving the phone back into his pocket.
Seeing him relent, Sharon Sinclair breathed a quiet sigh of relief. She turned to Anna Lawrence, her expression darkening and her tone growing even more forceful. "Anna! Are you still not going to apologize to Miss Evelynn?" Anna Lawrence bit her lip, her eyes filled with resentment and indignation. But with Sharon Sinclair’s unyielding attitude, she could only swallow her defiance, feeling utterly aggrieved. Chalrton Lawrence, listening to all this, said nothing.
"Will you only be satisfied when you’ve made this impossible for everyone?!" Sharon Sinclair demanded when she still didn’t move, her voice growing severe. "If you don’t apologize today, then don’t bother coming to any gathering I organize in the future!"
Anna Lawrence clenched her fists, spun around, and stormed off.
But she hadn’t taken two steps before she ran right into an approaching figure—it was Tristan Sterling, followed by a composed Bianca Lowe.
Anna Lawrence froze in place.
Tristan Sterling’s gaze swept past her and immediately landed on Rachel Royce’s injured forehead. The fresh blood was a startling slash of red against her pale skin. He strode over and stopped in front of Rachel, asking, "How did this happen?"
Rachel Royce slowly lifted her gaze to meet his, her eyes calm. Her tone was as cold and still as a winter lake. "Do you even have to ask?"
Hearing her response, the onlookers couldn’t tell if she was being arrogant because she was favored, or if she was genuinely uncaring and ungrateful.
Anna Lawrence’s jealousy flared even hotter at Rachel Royce’s words. The hand at her side clenched tighter and tighter, nails digging deep into her palm.
Suddenly, she felt a piercingly cold gaze fall upon her, and she froze, not daring to move a muscle.
Bianca Lowe took in her deathly pale face before glancing over at Rachel Royce and Tristan Sterling.
Tristan Sterling turned to Chalrton Lawrence, his voice calm but filled with an invisible pressure. "How are you going to handle this?"
Facing Tristan Sterling, Chalrton Lawrence’s face was grim. He didn’t dare utter a single word in protest. He just looked at Anna Lawrence, who was standing frozen in place.
The tension in the air was a string stretched to its breaking point.
Just then, Bianca Lowe spoke up. "President Sterling, we should tend to Miss Evelynn’s wound first. I’ll have a word with Anna."
