Wolves, Maces, And Blood novel Chapter 25

“Aha!”

Chloe saw this and couldn’t help laughing, “Cecilia, look at that. Look at that. That’s the car he just bought? No wonder it only took half an hour...”

“Aha, that’s funny.”

Cecilia frowned and looked back at Sean. Sean strode over to a Mulsanne not far away, stopped and dropped two large sacks slung over his shoulders.

Next to Mulsanne sat a brand-new electric tricycle.

Apparently, Chloe recognized the electric tricycle as the so-called car Sean had just bought.

Cecilia thought so, too.

“It seems that he really has no money…”

Cecilia let out a sigh of embarrassment. She managed a smile and explained, “It’s just a load of clothes. A tricycle is enough. It’s economical and affordable.”

“Oh, come on!”

Chloe rolled her eyes, “Cecilia, that’s not the right attitude. Your husband is such a big spender. In order to pretend that he is rich, he spent all the money in his card at one time. If it were me, I’d skin him!”

“And you’re still defending him and protecting him?”

Chloe seemed to think of something, exclaimed, “Oh, my God, you’re not blind enough to fall for him, are you?”

“No! of course not!”

Cecilia blushed, glared at Chloe, and said reproachfully, “I just feel that he and I are not related, even if engaged, there is no emotional basis. So, he has no obligation to be so nice to me and I have no right to blame him.”

“Right?”

Cecilia was very serious, not joking.

“You are just too kind and soft hearted.”

Chloe led Cecilia to Sean and snorted, “Anyway, he just made Hudson and me look bad. Now when I get the chance, I’m going to laugh at him!”

“Don’t…”

Cecilia tried to stop her, but it was too late.

“This is the car you bought?”

Chloe sneered at Sean as soon as she got to him, “Just now, when we were shopping for clothes, you just bought the whole store. I thought you were a real millionaire and bought a luxury car.”

“Is there a problem?”

Sean frowned.

Five years ago, when he was the Young Mr. Mason of the Capital City, he drove a Bentley. Even in the capital City, Bentley couldn’t be considered inferior.

Why was Mulsanne no longer a luxury car in a small town like Hilshire?

If he was not mistaken, Hudson’s black Mercedes was only half a million.

As much as Mulsanne’s purchase tax!

“Yes!”

Chloe snorted, “If you don’t have the money, just say so. Cecilia and I can take a cab. What do you mean by buying a broken car like this? Do you want me and Cecilia to ride in the back with you?”

“I mean, what’s this car worth, five grand at the most? It costs less than a dress that Cecilia and I own. We’d be ashamed to take it back!”

“Cecilia, come on. Let’s take a cab.”

With that, she pulled Cecilia up and turned to leave.

Cecilia shook her head and said, “Chloe, why don’t you take a taxi alone? I’ll go with him. I’ll bring you the clothes you chose later.”

“Are you willing to ride this?” Chloe said angrily.

“This…”

Cecilia was surprised by Chloe’s big change and subconsciously looked back at Sean. It was just a glance, and her eyelids jerked in surprise, “This Mulsanne, that’s the car you bought?”

“Yeah, or what?”

Sean shrugged his shoulders, looking innocent. He didn’t give Cecilia a chance to refuse. He pushed her into the car and looked at Chloe, who was standing still, “Are you sure you want to take a cab alone?”

Purr!

Chloe swallowed hard, only to feel a burning pain on her face, as if she had been slapped. She just told me that if Sean bought a car that could match Hudson’s Mercedes, she’d be willing to be his nanny.

And now…

Brand-new Mulsanne, worth over six million.

One was as good as Hudson’s ten Mercedes!

How could he compete with this???

There was a moment when Chloe thought it would be nice if Sean were her husband instead of Cecilia’s. He was a big, muscular, generous man who bought cars like vegetables. He was just a rapist and a violent maniac! Go ahead, rape me, hit me. How happy it would be to be raped by a man like that…

…

At the time.

The building where the Moore Group was located was already crowded with people. There were the Moore group’s employees, onlookers, and journalist, which was quite bustling.

Suddenly, a black Mercedes sped up and stopped outside the crowd.

“Mr. Scott.”

Hudson got out of the car and was met by a waiting driver, “The old Mr. Scott is still inside. The phone couldn’t get through, and the gate of the company was blocked by them. More than ten security guards were guarding it, so we couldn’t get in…”