"..." Zoe Yale's footsteps paused, her crystal-like pupils slightly tightened.
"She's not good enough for you. A woman like that simply doesn't deserve to be the Household Mistress of the White Family. Uncle won't approve, denying today's banquet, he couldn't possibly be absent... Ah!"
Before Aria Rowe could finish her words, Charles White reached out to grip her neck.
Speaking through gritted teeth, word by word.
"Have you said enough? What kind of woman I, Charles White, want is none of your business."
"Charles, I'm... doing this for your own good..." Aria Rowe, out of breath, still refused to give up on Zoe Yale.
Now everyone knew Zoe Yale was Charles White's legitimate girlfriend, and she couldn't even like him.
Unless Charles White voluntarily gave up on Zoe Yale and drove her out of the White Family...
But Lady White seemed to really like Zoe Yale, personally accompanying her out just now.
