Chapter 616
The man smirked, scanning her with dismissive arrogance. “What kind of fiancé could a hick like you possibly land? Some crude farmer equally unattractive and ignorant? Proceed, bring him forward. I will pummel him into unconsciousness!”
“My fiancé is Allan Shaw, inheritor of the Shaw family empire!” Adah announced, her voice saturated with disdain. “You might look like you’ve got money, but do you really think you can take on my fiancé?”
The man, who had been seething with rage, suddenly tilted his head back and erupted into thunderous laughter. “Allan Shaw? If you’re truly engaged to Allan Shaw, I’ll consume excrement during a live broadcast!”
Adah covered her mouth in theatrical astonishment, then pivoted and gestured energetically toward Allan. “Honey! Come here! This gentleman claims he’ll beat you unconscious and consume excrement on live television!”
Allan yearned for the earth to crack open and swallow him whole. His engagement to the Norris family’s daughter—the child they had dispatched for countryside upbringing—wasn’t particularly confidential. However, until this moment, nobody realized his fiancée was this crude, ugly hick. Following such a spectacle, the revelation would ignite gossip like wildfire. He could already envision the aftermath—he would become the target of ridicule throughout his entire social universe.
Manley, perpetually stirring trouble, smirked and tapped Allan’s shoulder. “Your fiancée is calling for you. Better go.”
“Fuck off!” Allan hissed, directing a poisonous glare toward Manley before lifting himself upright and advancing toward Adah. Adah had already summoned him into the public spotlight. With countless eyes bearing witness, avoiding it served no purpose whatsoever. He fortified his resolve, bracing himself to confront the situation.
The couple launched themselves upright the instant Allan approached.
“Mr. Shaw,” they greeted him with submissive reverence.
Allan gave them a curt, dismissive nod.
“Mr. Shaw, please accept my profound apologies if our minor altercation disrupted your tranquility,” the man said, his tone instantly shifting to one of a groveling victim. “I have no idea how this deranged country girl even got in here. I’ll get her out of your sight immediately so she doesn’t ruin your evening.”
The man extended his reach toward Adah’s arm, intending to forcibly drag her away, while his companion positioned herself to assist his efforts.
Yet, Adah demonstrated superior agility. She gracefully evaded the man’s attempted capture and wove her arm through Allan’s, pressing against him with theatrical desperation.
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“Darling, they’re bullying me! Directly before your eyes! You must shield me from their cruelty!”
The couple remained motionless, their expressions frozen in absolute incredulity.
The man emerged from his stupor first, bellowing,
“You backwoods fool! Do you comprehend whose arm you’re clutching? Remove your contaminated hands from Mr. Shaw immediately!”
His companion contributed her own piercing commentary.
“He maintains notorious cleanliness obsessions! Physical contact revolts him completely! You’re essentially committing an unforgivable transgression!”
Before Adah could formulate her counterattack, Allan spoke, his voice carrying the flat, emotionless quality of winter stone.
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