Who would ever respect a woman who tried to seduce her own sister’s fiancé?
Skyler always felt guilty toward Aurora, and as a result, he gave her a bigger share of the company.
Sherman’s friends liked to gossip. “She grew up out in the sticks—just a country bumpkin. Wouldn’t it be easy to throw some random guy at her and have him seduce her? Why would Mr. Burton bother to get involved himself?”
Sherman lounged back in his chair, looking bored. “You think I haven’t tried? I hired a few really good-looking guys—real charmers, the kind who know how to sweep a girl off her feet. I even gave them fancy cars and expensive watches to look the part, but that Stella didn’t spare them a glance.
Those guys hung around her for over a week and couldn’t even get her phone number.
In the end, she got so annoyed she called the police, and the whole Williams family was alarmed.
There was nothing more I could do. But whatever happens, the Williams family can’t find out about this.”
One of his buddies snorted. “She may have grown up in the country, but she sure has taste.”
Another friend chimed in, “Mr. Burton, aren’t you worried that messing around with that country girl will ruin your chances with Miss Aurora?”
Sherman was silent for a few seconds. When he finally spoke, his voice had lost its usual careless arrogance.
“As long as Aurora is happy, it doesn’t matter if we end up together or not.”
That was more than Antoney could take.
He suddenly lunged forward, tackling Sherman to the ground. The two of them wrestled, fists flying.
The lengths Sherman was willing to go, just to trap Stella—how could anyone be so vicious?
So Aurora’s happiness mattered, but Stella’s didn’t? Did she not deserve the same?
Aurora was already living a charmed life!
How could anyone justify building their own happiness on someone else’s suffering? The audacity of it all made Antoney’s blood boil.
In the end, he didn’t manage to get justice for Stella. Instead, he was arrested for assault and spent some time behind bars.
After all, he’d attacked the wealthy son of the Burton family—of course, there would be consequences.
No one could deny it—Noah had great taste.
Not only was this woman beautiful, but there was something strikingly refined about her.
They’d noticed her the moment she’d walked in.
One of the men asked in German, “Miss, are you Noah’s date?”
The other chimed in, “You’re incredibly beautiful. Would you care to join us for a drink?”
Normally, Stella ignored these kinds of blatant come-ons. She didn’t reply, nor did she even glance at them.
The two men, undeterred by her coldness, continued to hover around her, showering her with compliments—admiring her looks, her grace, even saying she resembled a famous actress from their country.
Stella’s patience was wearing thin and she was about to speak up when Jasper’s grating voice sounded behind her.
“Gentlemen, don’t waste your time—her education is rather lacking. She doesn’t understand a word of German.”
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