Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Remi Wright let out a low sigh, ”Little Avery, it seems that our days ahead will be truly difficult. I’m sorry for the hardship.”

From the night Evelyn was chosen and didn’t return home, she knew Harper Johnson would definitely make things difficult for her in the future.

Over the past twenty years, although Harper Johnson appeared respectful on the surface, deep down she always felt that being with the Master from a young age was something Avery had taken from her. This jealousy was like a seed deeply buried underground, and as soon as the opportunity was ripe, it would burst forth with abandon. Today was just the beginning.

”It’s okay,” Avery Jane lowered her eyes, showing no emotions.

Her love, her laughter, her tears, her sweetness, everything about her was buried with Wenyard Cooper in the grave. Now she was merely an empty, soulless shell, seemingly unaffected by any malicious difficulties thrown her way.

The small garden was meticulously maintained. Simple and quaint tea sets were placed on the wooden tables and chairs. A clay stove and a sand teapot suggested that someone should indeed be fond of drinking tea here.

Looking at Joshua Hughes eyeing the tea set in the pavilion, Evelyn Yates smiled and said, ”Joshua, would you like some tea?”

”This probably isn’t something you are familiar with.” This girl’s disposition wasn’t yet attuned to the art of appreciating fine tea; she spoke only of the best coffee and the most expensive wine, yet little did she know that true wisdom lies within tea.

”Joshua, as long as it’s something you like, I can learn it,” Evelyn softly nestled close to him, her charming eyes admiring his handsome face, and spoke with a gentle breath.

”I’ll have Avery make us some tea.” Evelyn could see Joshua’s interest in the oak pavilion’s tea set and quickly instructed a servant to bring Avery over.

Today was an important day, and she did not want Joshua to be displeased in any way.

In a black long dress, with no makeup, she seemed enveloped in a black dream, lacking any vitality even while walking. She didn’t resemble a person, more like a drifting, ghostly figure.

Joshua Hughes squinted slightly; this woman was really doing well.

She pretended not to recognize him, acted as if he didn’t exist. He was curious to see if this woman truly had no heart.

She sat down quietly without a word. A servant delivered red-hot charcoal in a small iron basket, and with long iron tongs, placed the coal into the clay stove, quickly boiling a small pot of water.

Her fingers skillfully and adeptly brewed the tea, and slowly the clear fragrance of tea seeped out. Her delicate white fingers held the small teacup. The shallow tea in the white porcelain cup had an Eliza Bell-yellow hue with a pleasing aroma.

”Thank you, sister-in-law,” Evelyn said the words of appreciation, yet there wasn’t a trace of respect or gratitude in her tone, clearly filled with disdain and a hint of perfunctoriness.

Avery simply continued brewing tea, without saying a word.

The fire in Evelyn Yates’s heart began to ignite. Who did she think she was, making such a face? Did she still think she had her elder brother’s support as before?

Did she not see who the Yates family relied on now? Evelyn Yates was now the savior of the Yates Family.

Joshua Hughes watched the silent woman with interest. Such a temperament in the Yates Family would likely lead to hardships. He wanted to see how long she could endure before she came to beg him, plead with him to have her, to possess her...

”Sister-in-law, I want to eat tangyuan. Go make me a bowl of peanut tangyuan.” Looking at Avery in that lifeless state, she didn’t even lift her eyes. Did she not notice how outstanding the man she brought back was?

She just wanted to tear off that calm face. There wasn’t only one good man under the heavens, like Wenyard Cooper.

The one by her side was indeed outstanding. What compared to Wenyard Cooper?

Since childhood, she and her brother had been overshadowed by Wenyard Cooper’s halo, no matter how excellent they were, it was useless.

But the heavens opened their eyes and let Wenyard Cooper die.

Evelyn Yates thought maliciously in her heart. She deserved it, marrying and then losing her husband. Her suffering had just begun. From today, she would stand beside the most powerful man, receiving envious gazes, standing at the peak of power and money, receiving admiration, while she should descend into the Inferno to make up for the twenty years of neglect and disregard she and her brother endured.

”I can no longer make tangyuan. You should eat something else.” Avery’s lowered eyes and long, trembling eyelashes slightly fluttered at the mention of peanut tangyuan, like a cicada wing shivering in an autumn breeze, evoking a sense of poignant pity.