Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Chapter 33

Mable looked coldly at Mr. and Mrs. Snyder. She was calm.

“Mr. Snyder, you’re joking. As the heir of the Jeffersons, I own 60% of the company’s shares. Do I not have the right to cancel a collaboration?

“As for the billion dollars, it was originally my dowry, and there was a note when the initial payment was made. Now that the engagement between your son and I has been broken off, by reason or law, it has to be returned. Mrs. Snyder, you can consult a lawyer if you have any questions.”

“You!”

Frank pulled Mable’s arm with a ghastly look on his face. “Aggie, what are you doing? Riss is marrying into the Snyders now. It’s only natural that the dowry is for her too.”

Mable looked as if she heard some kind of joke. “Marissa might also be a granddaughter of the Jeffersons, but there’s a difference between us. I’m afraid she’s not worthy of such a high dowry.”

Marissa looked aggrieved. “Agnes, how can you say that about me?”

She knew Agnes would not be so kind. At the end of the day, this was what she was up to.

Dane wrapped his arm around Marissa and glared at Mable. “Agnes, don’t go too far!”

“Is it me who’s going too far, or are you the ones crossing the line?!”

Mable looked at them sternly. “I’m generous enough to let her have my fiance. Now, you want me to give her my dowry as well. Do you think I’m a pushover?” Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“Since the engagement has been canceled, the dowry should be returned.”

“Yeah. Ms. Jefferson has taken the initiative to return the gift from the Snyders, so it wouldn’t be right if the Snyders refuse to return the dowry.”

…

All of a sudden, Mrs. Snyder pulled Mable’s hand with a warm and friendly face. “Aggie, I know you’re still angry with Dane. He and Marissa haven’t received their marriage license yet, so—”

Upon hearing her words, Marissa was anxious. “Mom, what do you mean by that?!”

Mrs. Snyder smiled faintly at Marissa and frowned. “Marissa, you and Dane aren’t married yet. Don’t you think it’s too early for you to call me Mom?”

If Agnes were not in the picture, Marissa would be the only heir to the Jeffersons, and Dane marrying her would only benefit the Snyders.

Now that Agnes was still alive and she was the head of the family, Marissa could not be compared to her at all.

In that case, it would be better for Dane to marry Agnes.

Marissa looked at Mrs. Snyder with anger. ‘This snob!’

“Dane…”

Mrs. Snyder tugged at her son and pulled him to her side. “Dane, I think you and Agnes are a match made in heaven. Quickly apologize to her. The wedding today is canceled.”

“Dane, how dare you?!” Frank shouted madly.

If the Snyders broke the promise of marriage in front of so many guests, he and his family would be embarrassed!

Raymond patted Frank’s shoulder. “Frank, calm down. Aggie is your niece and is considered half your daughter. No matter which one marries into our family, the relationship between our families won’t change.”

Frank was so furious that he almost cursed, but Raymond whispered a few words in Frank’s ear.

Then, the two of them exchanged glances tacitly and stopped talking.

Mrs. Snyder nudged Dane. “Dane, what are you still waiting for? Quickly apologize to Aggie. Put on this bracelet for her too.”

Dane looked at Marissa and pondered.

Although he liked Marissa, he would not be as attracted to her if she were not the heir of the Jeffersons.

Dane weighed the pros and cons and soon made a decision.

He walked up to Mable and looked at her with guilt and affection.

“Aggie, I’m sorry. I thought you died, so I… You’ve always been in my heart, so let’s not break off our engagement, okay? I promise to give you a more grand wedding than the one today!”

The bouquet in Marissa’s hand fell to the ground. She turned pale as she said, “Dane…”

‘We’re about to get married, yet you’re dumping me for Agnes.

‘Agnes, you b*tch. Why aren’t you dead?!’

Marissa stared deadly at Mable. She looked as though she wanted to pounce on Mable to kill her.

‘Agnes, you deserve to die!

‘I’ll kill you for sure!’

Mable noticed the look of hatred in Marissa’s eyes.

This was what she wanted. She wanted Marissa to watch her beautiful dream shatter.