Chapter 3

Uncle Shaw saw me, and his smile froze instantly. He walked over, looking me up and down with concern, his voice full of fatigue and helplessness, "Child, didn’t you say you wouldn’t marry anyone but Julian Lancaster and even abandoned your family? How come you still know how to come back?" His eyes were full of red veins, his tone carrying a kind of regret for my lack of resolve. I didn’t say much and handed over a prepared share transfer intention document. "Uncle Shaw, I came back to tell you that I’m prepared to give up all my shares over there at ’Aethel’." Uncle Shaw’s gaze swept over me heavily, his voice cold. "Shut up! Serena just won an international perfume design award and is famous now. You want to give up the shares now—so she would think you’re jealous of her behind her back?" Oh, right, Serena Sullivan is also Uncle Shaw’s distant niece. It was Uncle Shaw who introduced her to me as my assistant back then. "Uncle Shaw, that’s not what I mean, I want to transfer the shares to..." I wanted to explain, but before I finished saying "you," he interrupted me in a low voice. "That’s enough. I don’t care what dispute you and Julian are having; Aethel was brought up single-handedly by you, and it’s the Everard Family’s hard work! You’d better have some sense and not let your father be uneasy even in Heaven!" After saying this, he didn’t even look at the intention document, turned around, and walked into the depths of the flower fields. Seeing him unwilling to listen anymore, I gave up on explaining. Anyway, I’m planning to leave. He will eventually find out what kind of person he prides his niece on. I didn’t linger any longer and turned to leave. A few workers who were resting gathered together and chatted. "Did you hear? That designer Serena Sullivan is our Mr. Shaw’s niece. She’s amazing. She just won the ’Golden Pear Blossom’ international design award a few days ago, and I heard the chairman of the judging panel praised her on the spot as a once-in-a-century genius." "Isn’t it? Not only does she have talent, but she also has good fortune. Her fiancé, Mr. Lancaster of Aethel Group, to support her, forcibly transformed an obscure brand into a domestic front-line. I heard that to make her win this time, Mr. Lancaster spent tens of millions just on PR costs. Marrying a man like this, it’s just too fortunate!" I listened quietly. Julian Lancaster indeed loved her deeply, as they said. He poured all his resources into Serena Sullivan, even at the cost of using my talent and hard work to pave the way for her. He really "loved" her. But this time, he doesn’t need to spend any more effort. Because I have personally returned this "glory" to Serena Sullivan. And I won’t repeat the same mistakes. With this thought in mind, I went directly to the airport.