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Chapter 579: Young Married Women, What Loveliest!_1

Chapter 579: Chapter 579: Young Married Women, What Loveliest!_1

Husband?

You’re married?

Marcus Gibbs froze for a moment, blinking rapidly as he quickly found a new angle, "Judging by your accent, you don’t seem to be a local from Polgel?"

Shirley Miller hummed softly in response, not saying much more, and turned her attention back to the phone screen.

Shirley Miller had been hit on countless times and was used to it by now.

The first step was to tell the person that she had a partner and that he would be arriving soon; the second, to smile, then lower her head and stop paying attention.

Normally, the men who had been hitting on her would back off at this point. If they didn’t, they tended to be wealthy, powerful men with ulterior motives.

Seeing that Shirley Miller was ignoring him, Marcus Gibbs felt somewhat embarrassed. Thinking about the intense gaze of Desmond Hoffman he had just witnessed, the young man was unwilling to walk away disappointed.

This was a golden opportunity to curry favor with Desmond Hoffman!

Although Desmond Hoffman wasn’t particularly talented, just a scion of the wealthy elite, who could ignore his powerful family background?

His father, Percy Hoffman, was at the Master Peak, while his grandfather Hank Hoffman, his great-grandfather Rylan Hoffman, and the Family Head of the Hoffman Family, Seth Hoffman, were all Innate Grandmasters, a testament to their formidable lineage.

Being the youngest in the family, Desmond Hoffman, as the youngest son, was the apple of everyone’s eye in the Hoffman household.

In Polgel, even if Desmond Hoffman’s capabilities were nothing to brag about, he was still someone who could walk sideways without fear. Even the heirs to other wealthy families had to give him face and dared not offend him recklessly.

Hadn’t Messiah Frost, his brother-in-law and the prospective heir to the Frost Family, always treated Desmond Hoffman with great courtesy, subtly supporting him?

Marcus Gibbs had a change of thought and said with a smile, "Ah, so you are a guest from out of town. Our table is full of Polgel locals. That man is the young master from Polgel’s premier family, the Hoffman Family. Next to him is Messiah Frost, the inheritor of one of the Four Sects and the Frost Family. Everyone else here comes from esteemed families too. Why not join us for a meal and make some friends?"

When a woman rejects you, it’s often not because she’s too demure, but because the temptation is not enticing enough.

When you offer enough stakes and give her an easy way out, she will often go down the path you’ve laid out and follow you.

Usually, there are three possible outcomes in such situations.

The first is that she continues to decline. This type is generally from a modest background, with little conception of elite families, and out of fear of mishaps, prefer to steer clear.

The second type aspires to be part of that world but finds it inconvenient to accept while her partner is present. This type will politely decline under the pretext of inconvenience, but at the same time, they will leave their contact information and suggest a private meeting later—an approach often successful, with a nearly 100% success rate at getting them into bed, provided they are willing to leave their contact info.

The third type is those who put their romance or family first. Even with their husband present, they will use the excuse of making friends to integrate their partner into this elite circle, comfortably exchanging contact information with everyone present. If their husband disapproves, they will present countless reasons until ultimately, the man capitulates and goes to appease her.

Shirley Miller looked slightly surprised and glanced over with a subtly curious gaze.

Messiah Frost?

Desmond Hoffman?

What a coincidence!

After returning to Seashore and Polgel with Carson Flores to sort out family matters, they had only just come back to Polgel when they ran into them.

Shirley Miller’s expression, as observed by Marcus Gibbs, made him think she was interested, and he quickly urged, "When traveling, it’s always good to make new friends. Whether you’re here in Polgel for leisure or business, if you make friends with the Hoffman heir, any issue will be easily resolved with just a word..."

Shirley Miller offered a slight smile, "But my husband will be here any moment."

Marcus Gibbs breathed a sigh of relief inwardly; heh, so you’re looking for a way out?

"What’s the issue with that? We’re all young here, it’s fine to drink and make friends in public. It’s not like anyone has bad intentions, right?"

Shirley Miller hesitated for a moment, "Okay then, I’ll just let my husband know first."

She picked up her phone and sent a message. Very soon, she received a reply from Carson Flores.

"My husband has agreed."

Marcus Gibbs was overjoyed, as long as she was willing to engage, he was not afraid she wouldn’t succumb to the allure of money and power—that was the Hoffman family after all!

One of the top ten masters in the entire region, Polgel’s number one wealthy family!

Which woman wouldn’t be green with envy?

Whenever Desmond Hoffman was out and about, there were always several beautiful women with him, all eager to throw themselves at him. They didn’t even aim to marry him since they knew they weren’t eligible; they simply wanted to experience the lavish lifestyle of the Hoffmans and get some benefits from him.

This woman, she probably wouldn’t last three days before she ended up in Desmond Hoffman’s bed.

Shirley Miller followed Marcus Gibbs with a composed expression over to where Desmond Hoffman was sitting. Hoffman, on seeing her, was overjoyed and quickly had someone free up a seat next to him.

Marcus Gibbs whispered a few words to Desmond Hoffman, who was taken aback for a moment before recovering his composure.

Married?

A married woman?

What does it matter?

Married women, they’re the most lovable of all!

"Come, come, make some room... Miss, please have a seat. What should I call you?"