Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 245 - 244 Have a boyfriend? He wants to seize love by force (2 more updates)

Chapter 245: 244 Have a boyfriend? He wants to seize love by force (2 more updates)

She walked toward the makeup room not far away, and immediately, arguing voices followed.

Wyatt Hale had never liked to watch the excitement, and since these girls looked only about seventeen or eighteen years old, it was nothing but children making noise; however, he had to pass through the makeup room on his way to the theater.

"...Zoe Bell, what gives you the right to say that the shoes were my doing!"

"Right before the show, you were the only one drinking coffee!"

"That could have been someone else pouring their coffee into mine, what makes you think it was me!"

Wyatt Hale had always had a good memory.

That voice was the same one that had been harsh before, calling someone a "missy who doesn’t eat a commoner’s meal."

The girl seemed aggrieved, "Teacher, look at Zoe Bell; she has no evidence, yet she slanders me."

"Okay, Zoe, it was probably just a misunderstanding, let it go, just wash the shoes." The teacher came out to mediate, "We are here for an exchange and study, let’s not make a spectacle of ourselves."

"And you too, Zoe Bell, it’s such a trivial matter, why make the relationship so awkward?"

Wyatt Hale raised an eyebrow.

Was he expecting that young girl to just swallow the insult?

Many adults resolved conflicts by diluting and mixing them.

However, what he hadn’t expected was for the girl to throw the shoes directly at the other girl, "You made the mess, you clean it."

"Zoe Bell, I told you, it wasn’t me!"

"There are surveillance cameras all over the theater, we can check."

"You..."

Being young, just the mention of surveillance scared her, and tears began to flow down her face.

"Are you bullying me just because your family has money? Isn’t it okay if I wash them for you?"

"Zoe Bell, you are indeed bullying too much."

Other girls stood up to speak out.

The girl stood straight, "If you think I’m bullying, then you can wash the shoes for her."

That person immediately cowered.

"Come on, it’s such a small matter; your family is so rich, just buy a new pair, why make it difficult for someone? Coffee stains are the hardest to remove." Someone else muttered.

"Missy does have a big temper."

Zoe Bell: "If you don’t help me clean it, I’ll call the police."

"Stop talking, both of you!" The teacher scolded quietly, and glancing at Zoe Bell, said, "You should also forgive when you can, speak less."

She didn’t say anything, just picked up her stuff and left the makeup room, and immediately the crying of the girl inside could be heard, a group comforting her, but the girl walked away without looking back.

Wyatt Hale adjusted his mask, feeling somewhat displeased.

This girl’s situation was much like his current one.

As a successor entering the company, everyone outwardly fawned over him and many took delight in his misfortunes, doing well was taken for granted, and making mistakes was unforgivable.

Sometimes, when reprimanding employees for mistakes, he was labeled as a pompous young master, vindictive, and arrogant.

Wyatt Hale impulsively followed her.

The girl found a secluded spot, sat down on the cold steps, took out makeup remover wipes and a handheld mirror from her bag, and began removing her makeup...

As she wiped, the tears flowed uncontrollably like a string had snapped.

She bit her lip hard, trying not to cry out loud, her repressed grievances seeming to burst out in an instant.

Wyatt Hale sighed silently.

Such a young girl, he had thought her temperament was stronger.

When aggrieved, she only hid and cried.

About a few minutes later, the group of girls from earlier came rushing over, muttering about teaching her a lesson, saying she relied too much on her family’s wealth and was too domineering...

Zoe Bell quickly wiped her tears, but the makeup on her face wasn’t fully cleaned off, leaving her hands smeared with cosmetics.

And the voices of the group grew louder,

Wyatt Hale knew in his heart that she didn’t want to be seen in such a disheveled state.

He usually didn’t like to meddle,

But for the first time,

He stepped forward intentionally.

Zoe Bell hadn’t reacted before she saw a tall figure suddenly appear; she was startled and stepped back, with a wall behind her and no way to escape, while the man stood firmly in front of her.

He wore a mask, and his face wasn’t clear, which made her feel disoriented.

The distance between them was very close.

He, however, didn’t come any closer. His height was so towering that it nearly enveloped her entirely, his eyes intensely deep, staring at her as though he could easily see right through her.

She had just cried, her heart rate still unbalanced.

The man stood with his back against the light, his expression obscure and indecipherable.

But his presence was overpowering, sweeping over her and making it hard for her to breathe.

"...Are you sure Zoe Bell went this way?"

"Probably."

"Don’t look for her anymore. I heard her boyfriend’s family in Greenland is pretty influential."

"So what? We’re not in Greenland now!"

The hurried footsteps echoed offensively loud in the deserted corridor. Zoe Bell bit her lip, her eye makeup smudging around her eyes, making her look somewhat ridiculous.

Because William blocked their view, the group didn’t see her.

Zoe Bell breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the man before her.

He hung his head, his gaze falling on his own legs.

Today, Zoe wore a ballet long skirt for her performance. When she had sat down earlier, she carelessly stuffed the hem of her skirt to avoid dirtying her costume, causing several layers of tulle to pile on her knees, tangled messily.

She instinctively bent down to arrange it, her fine tulle lace skirt catching on the zipper of her sweater.

Afraid to use force, lest she tear the skirt.

"Don’t move, or it’ll tear."

William bent down, kneeling in front of her to help free the skirt trapped in the zipper.

His voice was hoarse.

Like he had a cold.

Zoe Bell had just cried. Being neglected at home and ostracized in the troupe, the sudden kindness from a stranger willing to stoop down and adjust her dress overwhelmed her, intensifying her headache and sense of grievance.

"That’s fixed," William stood up.

"Thank you."

He nodded, checked his wristwatch, and since the play had ended, he turned quickly to leave, before Zoe Bell could even utter her thanks properly.

"Brother—" Wyatt Hale stood alone at the theater entrance, "I thought you had left me behind."

"Just took a phone call."

"The performance lasted two hours, and you were on the phone for an hour and a half."

"Are you curious about my work?"

"Not really," Wyatt mumbled, "There’s a candied hawthorn stall outside, could you buy me one?"

"Don’t you have money?"

"Failed my last exam, mom confiscated my allowance."

"What rank did you get?"

"What do you mean ’rank?’ I got 35th place."

"If I remember correctly, there aren’t even 40 students in your class."

"..."

As the brothers left the grand theater, it started to drizzle outside. The Hale family’s driver had been waiting for a while. William got directly into the car, and Wyatt ran out in the rain to buy the candied hawthorn.

William couldn’t help but feel resigned; for a treat, Wyatt wasn’t afraid of the rain.

If he catches a cold, there’ll be endless whining again.

That’s just how Wyatt is; a bit outspoken, hardly comfortable unless the whole family knows about his displeasure. William looked at the driver, intending to ask him to take an umbrella to his brother. As he sat in the car, he observed the various performance posters outside the grand theater.

Greenland Ballet Troupe’s exchange performance.

The show would continue for a week.

The girl from earlier was surely from Greenland; his gaze inadvertently caught a familiar figure by the theater entrance.

That girl...

Her name was Zoe Bell.

She stood under the corridor, taking shelter from the rain.

Didn’t they say she had a boyfriend? Why would he let her hide from the rain alone?

If her boyfriend doesn’t treat her well, could he...

Steal her away?

Even William was shocked by the thought that crossed his mind.

"Take the umbrella to her."

The driver hesitated for a long time, choosing not to take an umbrella to young master Wyatt, but rather to shelter a stranger girl from the rain?