My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth)

Chapter 188

Because of her obesity, Rebecca had few true friends. She knew that everyone was talking about her

behind her back.

As she heard what Arabella had said, her eyes were reddish about the rims. Scalding tears just poured

down her face, "Bella..."

Her lips quivered, but she was at a loss for words.

Arabella understood Rebecca, "Well, Rebecca, I always think that Gregory is not the right man for you.

Look, I can just teach him a good lesson without your presence, but you won't see his true color or give

up if I do so. That is all right. I don't think there are some girls having not fallen in love with some

assholes in their youth. If you feel hurt because of it, then you are getting more mature."

"Now Gregory's discriminations and humiliations against you are just the driving forces on your way

forward. There is no making without breaking. Look, Rebecca, you can just go back home and start to

lose weight. If you use the formula, the next time when we meet, I'm sure you will be like a phoenix

rising from the ashes. I'm looking forward to it and the better meeting we will have."

Rebecca's eyes misted over as she heard that. She just hugged Arabella and had a good cry, "Oh,

Bella, thank you. I will, I will!"

Arabella patted Rebecca on the back gently. Just cry out. It would be all right to vent all those emotions

of inferiority and confusion in the past through crying. No cross, no crown.

At that moment, Tyrone Lucero on the second floor quietly looked at two girls hugging each other

downstairs, with his hands in his pockets. A slight breeze was swaying the fine curly hair on his

forehead. The man in a white shirt was rather good-looking with an air of pride and coldness, as if he

were God's favored one.

At the moment, one of his men whispered, "Mr. Tyrone, that woman, Arabella Snyder, was the bride

who married into Floweret Garden a few days ago. So she is the wife of Mr. Lucero, and your sister-in-

law."

Tyrone remained silent.

"Mr. Tyrone, her Ladyship has been hurrying you to go back. Well, it is time for you to get married. The

ladies of gentle blood or from wealthy families in Faykarta have been longing for a marriage to you for a

long time..."

Tyrone's man didn't move on, because he didn't think that his master was listening. He felt that with Mr.

Tyrone's temperament, none of those ladies was Mr. Tyrone's type.

Mr. Tyrone had never found the right fiancée for himself.

Elise hadn't had a good impression of Arabella. Even though the latter passed her exam a few days

ago, she still felt that Arabella had a questionable origin and background. However, as she saw the

latter's encouragement to Rebecca, she was moved a bit.

After having a good cry, Rebecca left as Arabella waved goodbye to her.

Arabella looked at Elise, "Ms. Roth, let's go then."

"Well, Arabella, do you know whose granddaughter Rebecca is?" asked Elise suddenly.

"Whose granddaughter?" Arabella was stunned for a moment.

Elise felt that Arabella must know who Rebecca was as she was so good to Rebecca. However, as

Elise found there was a glazed look and some confusion in Arabella's black eyes which were so clear

that no impurity was involved, she felt that Arabella obviously knew nothing about it.

"Well, never mind. Let's go to the office and talk about you!"

...

It was in the office.

Elise looked at Arabella, "Well, Arabella, you have married into Floweret Garden, and now you are a Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

married woman. Is it right?"

Arabella nodded, "It is."

"Let me ask you another question. Is the photo exposed on the forum true? Are you with Kenneth

Lucero, the President of the Lucero Group?"

Arabella nodded again, "I am."

Elise frowned, "Look, Arabella, you have been married, but now you are with Kenneth, the most

prominent magnate in Hardgrad. Nowadays many girls can't stand the temptation of a good man, let

alone someone like Mr. Lucero, such a successful and genteel man. Well, I should not have coped with

it as it is your private matter. But the forum of the Institute is agog with it. There is someone even

starting to gauge whether you come here with the backing of Mr. Lucero, your sugar daddy. If I don't

deal with it in time, I'm afraid that the consequences of the issue will become increasingly serious."

Arabella was looking at Elise, "Then Ms. Roth, what do you want to do?"