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Chapter 350: Fight
Chapter 350: Fight
Right from the start, they couldn't stand each other. It wasn't just because they were romantic rivals, but also because they were business competitors. So, how could they possibly like each other? Therefore, from the first glance, they didn't get along. And this time, it seemed like their longstanding grievances had accumulated, making them unable to resist the urge to fight.
Finally meeting face to face, they couldn't help but start throwing punches at each other.
Their goal in fighting was very clear - they both aimed for each other's faces and landed the first punch on each other's faces.
The commotion outside immediately attracted attention, and even those inside could hear it. Silvia was still upstairs and hadn't paid much attention to the noise downstairs. So when the housekeeper came to knock on her door, she was a bit puzzled.
The housekeeper had initially intended to intervene, but when he saw Cyril and Miles outside, he knew he couldn't handle this alone. He had planned to find the young masters of the house, but they weren't home, so he had no choice but to come to Silvia.
"What's going on?"
"Well, Mr. Miles and Mr. Cyril are fighting at the door. They seem to have come to see you. I was going to ask the other young masters for help, but unfortunately, they're not here, so Miss, you need to come down and resolve this yourself."
The housekeeper explained the situation to Silvia, who was left stunned. She never expected that one day, Miles and Cyril would start fighting right at her doorstep.
This was completely unexpected. Silvia immediately ran downstairs. She didn't understand why they were fighting, but when she opened the door, they were still at it, with bruises already forming on their faces. Their fight was clearly aimed at each other's faces, and now they both looked bruised and swollen. They probably wouldn't be able to work in the office for two weeks with those scars on their faces. Having such obvious injuries would not only make their employees uncomfortable but also make others think something was wrong with them.
"Stop it, both of you! Enough!"
Seeing them fighting at her doorstep left Silvia speechless. She immediately called for the bodyguards, who forcefully separated them. However, they both resisted and still wanted to determine a winner.
"Are you two okay? Did he take a
bath and the come to my house to pick a fight with me? If you need to release your extra energy by fighting, I suggest you go to a gym. If you can't find a good gym, then find another place. Do you really have nowhere else to go but my doorstep?"
Seeing these two glaring at each other, Silvia felt somewhat exasperated. If they couldn't stand each other, why did they sit together in the first place? Couldn't they just fight it out directly? Of course, their sudden fight took her by surprise.
"I'm sorry. I was a bit impulsive today, which made you
uncomfortable. But rest assured,
this won't happen again. The issues between me and Cyril will be
resolved by us. You don't need no
worry about us. You're not dressed yet. Hurry up and put some clothes on. The weather has been too cold lately. Be careful not to catch a cold outside."
Miles quickly composed himself, showing regret and tenderness on his face. He walked up to Silvia, draped his coat over her, and pushed her inside.
In just a short while, Silvia's hands had become very cold. If she stayed outside any longer, she might catch a cold.
Silvia was pushed inside directly, feeling a bit surprised. Seeing that Miles wasn't embarrassed at all, she didn't mind anymore. She didn't need to dwell on this matter any further.
As for Cyril, seeing Silvia leaving with Miles, openly carrying his belongings inside, made him feel uncomfortable. He wanted to follow, but the butler stopped him.
"Sorry, Mr. Cyril. Mr. Miles had already made an appointment with Miss Silvia to meet today. So today's meeting was approved by Miss Silvia. She didn't agree to meet you, so I hope you don't barge in."
The butler was already giving Cyril face. If it were Bruce or Balk standing here today, either one of them might have scolded Cyril from head to toe and then thrown him out. The butler was just doing what she was supposed to do, even though she also disliked Cyril. However, she had to maintain her demeanor. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
Hearing the butler's explanation, Cyril's lips curled in frustration. Now that he was reluctant, he could only wait here. Since Silvia wouldn't come out for a short while, the butler instructed the staff not to let Cyril in and then went inside, closing the door.