Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 448 - 447 scumbags are having a meeting, give a way out (2nd update)

Chapter 448: 447 scumbags are having a meeting, give a way out (2nd update)

Beckett Jeans and all those who came to gawk at the commotion were stupefied.

Wrestling?

He was covered in shoe prints and clutched his lower half; there was no way it was a wrestling mishap.

But since Beckett Jeans, the victim, didn’t dare to speak up, others didn’t find it their place to say much either. Seeing that there was no excitement left to watch, they dispersed on their own.

In the past, Cressida Jones always appeared so docile and quiet that nobody would have ever imagined she would hit someone.

And to hit so viciously!

F*ck—

That area really hurt terribly; he hoped it wouldn’t be rendered useless.

He dared not marry a woman like this.

Beckett Jeans was a coward, claiming he wanted to marry Cressida Jones, but in truth, he only considered her because she was pretty and now had money, which could benefit the Jeans Family.

Yet when compared to his own life, he cherished it more!

Damn, he would surely keep his distance from her in the future.

——

Elsewhere, in the lounge

Zoe Payne was playing chess against Simon Hale, with William Hale assisting her, and she had already won three games straight.

"Brother’s wife, this is a bit too much of bullying, isn’t it?" Simon Hale sighed.

William Hale’s tone was calm, "So what if we’re bullying you?"

His gaze was light, as if to say:

So what if we bully you?

What can you do to me?

Simon Hale could only sigh profoundly and glanced at Finn Hale and Tim Payne who had just entered the room, "Uncle, why don’t you play a match?"

Finn Hale replied indifferently, "Not interested."

Tim Payne chuckled, "You’re not scared of losing, are you?"

"Shut it, dead duck."

"..."

Upon hearing this nickname, Zoe Payne became intrigued, "Uncle, why do you call my brother a dead duck?"

"Pay him no mind, he’s just bored without his girlfriend around," Tim Payne shot Finn Hale a look, signaling him to be careful with his words.

"When will auntie return to the capital?" Zoe Payne inquired.

"After the eighth day of the lunar month."

Finn Hale had recently established a relationship with Sussie Lopez and was still in the honeymoon phase. Suddenly being apart for over ten days, he indeed missed her greatly and he had thought about visiting her hometown, but she refused.

Sussie Lopez had said, "My schedule’s packed. I’ll be visiting relatives, meeting classmates, and even if you came, I wouldn’t have time for you."

After hearing these words, Finn Hale was heartbroken for a good few minutes.

At that moment, Zoe Payne’s phone vibrated – it was her uncle’s call.

"Uncle says he is going to perform horseback riding, want to go watch?" Zoe Payne seemed exceptionally excited.

After a brief discussion, everyone decided to go together.

After all, a performance by Martin Yates was a rare opportunity.

Worried about Zoe Payne’s health, the group chose to watch from the stand.

Martin Yates had not yet appeared, but only Cressida Jones was there, stroking the horse’s mane, bonding with it.

"Why isn’t Miss Jones riding the horse?" Simon Hale was curious.

Zoe Payne frowned; she knew Cressida Jones better, "She looks a bit odd walking, could she be injured?"

With each step, her legs rubbed together—

And it hurt fiercely!

Cressida Jones dared not mount the horse and be jostled around.

Otherwise, she would definitely be unable to leave her bed tomorrow.

Tim Payne frowned, having learned horseback riding from his uncle since he was young; he understood the situation at a glance and his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

Finn Hale nudged his arm and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

"..."

Tim Payne clenched his teeth:

Just why did a perfectly good person have to have a mouth!

While Cressida Jones knew that Martin Yates was about to perform horseback riding and planned to lead the horse back to the stable, the arena was now sparsely populated with only a few horses.

Unexpectedly, she caught sight of a loathsome figure.

The person wore sunglasses and a mask, bundled up in an oversized down jacket, face unclear, but she recognized her instantly.

It was Marigold Jones!

What’s going on today?

A meeting of scumbags?

All gathered together.

"Sis, long time no see..."

Marigold Jones approached, the strong smell of medicine on her causing the horse to become restless and uneasy. Cressida Jones quickly tried to soothe the horse, wanting to lead it away, but Marigold insisted on blocking her path, preventing her from leaving.

"What do you want?"

"You and Beckett Jeans will never be possible. Stay away from him."

Cressida found it amusing:

"You and Beckett are a perfect match!"

"Good that you know."

"The same kind of idiots, brain-dead!"

"You..." Marigold’s face, behind her sunglasses, tensed up slightly.

"He’s just a rotten cucumber who can’t control his lower half. I’ve given you the engagement banquet, and from that moment on, I didn’t want him anymore."

"You really don’t want him?" Marigold had heard that Cressida was coming to this stable today but didn’t know that she had already been in contact with Beckett. She wanted to warn Cressida to stay away from him, "Could it be, you are really with Michale Shaw?"

Michale Shaw?

What are these two thinking?

Why do they always link him with Michale Shaw?

Marigold heard about it from Beckett offhandedly.

Talking to a fool feels like lowering one’s intelligence. Cressida couldn’t be bothered to entangle with her. As she attempted to leave, Marigold reached out to stop her, "Sis, I know about the engagement banquet. The troubles with our parents and the Jones Family were all your doing."

"Just give me some hush money, and I promise I won’t let this out."

"If the Shaw Family knew how scheming you are, they certainly wouldn’t want you."

Cressida laughed lowly, "Marigold Jones, what are you talking about? I don’t understand."

"If it weren’t for you, how could my mom get involved with someone greasy and old like Tim Drake? Her sudden divorce from dad, and dad cutting ties with me—it must be your plotting."

"Evidence?" Cressida raised an eyebrow.

"It was definitely you."

"They say pregnancy makes a woman dumb for three years, but it seems your pregnancy has made you brainless. None of this has anything to do with me."

Cressida tried to lead the horse away, but Marigold immediately grabbed her arm, "Sis, I just want two billion. You must have at least a dozen billion in your hands; what I’m asking for isn’t much."

"The Jeans Family might not accept me; I need some money to support myself."

"Just give it to me, and I swear I’ll never appear before you again, never letting the Shaw Family know your business."

Cressida laughed lowly, "Two billion? Are you threatening me?"

"It’s a friendly negotiation," Marigold argued.

"Marigold Jones, do you know how many years you could be sentenced for extortion, especially for such a large amount?"

"It looks like you want to reunite with your mother in prison!"

Upon hearing this, Marigold started to panic, "Cressida Jones, that money originally belonged to me; you schemed to take it!"

"I didn’t scheme; father willingly gave it to me."

"Bullshit!"

...

Marigold was both anxious and annoyed.

She had deliberately worn a recording pen, hoping to get some words out of Cressida’s mouth while they were alone.

As long as she admitted that she masterminded everything,

She could use it to threaten Cressida into coughing up the money that was almost in her hands.

Maybe even ruin her reputation.

But Cressida stubbornly refused to confess, leaving Marigold frustrated and enraged.

Just then, because Martin Yates was about to perform horse riding, the staff was clearing the field, and he approached Marigold, whispering, "Miss, could you please step out of the area for a moment?"

Marigold, hearing this, thought that the staff was deliberately sent by Cressida to chase her away.

She simply took off her sunglasses, her eyes reddening, and began to cry:

"Sis, what exactly do you want? Isn’t it enough that mom and dad are in prison and the family company bankrupt?"

"You sell the house, take the money and enjoy life, yet you ignore my wellbeing. Even if we have different mothers, I am still your sister, and you kicked me out of the house during the New Year. All I want is some money to live."

"I know, you resent me for being with Beckett and hate that I’m pregnant..."

"But the child is innocent."

"Mom and dad are already in prison. Please, let me go, give me a way to live."

While saying this, Marigold suddenly kneeled on the sandy ground of the stables.

Attracting many nearby onlookers.