Chapter 252
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'I'm sorry Miss. Bertha, the young master is busy with business right now, he can't meet you."
She frowned slightly.
From the time she entered until now, no maid came to pour her a cup of tea. The meaning of the bodyguard's words was to urge her to leave.
It seems that Shane is also not satisfied with this marriage.
It also suits her very well.
'It's okay, I have a lot of free time today, I can wait."
"This…"
The bodyguard looked awkward. 'I think he'll be busy all day today, or... you come back another day?"
Bertha was a little unhappy. "I've come here, if I don't see him, I won't leave."
She suddenly stood up, walked past the bodyguard, and wanted to go upstairs.
'Miss. Bertha, is it okay for you to do that?"
'If last night, Mr. Miller has agreed to the engagement, now I'm going to find my fiance to discuss a few matters, do you have an opinion?" Bertha's eyes were very cold.
"I do not dare..."
She asked in a low voice. "Which floor? Where?"
'On the second floor, go to the last book room on the right."
Bertha went upstairs, this place was also easy to find because there were also guards standing at the entrance to the study room.
She stepped forward and the bodyguard at the door stopped her.
"Miss. Bertha, Mr. Shane is busy, besides, you can't just go into his office."
She was about to speak when the door opened from the inside, it was a man.
She raised her head to look, this man looked handsome, but he had no temperament at all.
Sure enough, she realized that this man's uniform was similar to the other two bodyguards. Isn't that Shane?
Waiting until that man respectfully stood next to her, she saw the situation in the study room.
From her perspective, there is an amber curtain in the middle, and behind the curtain is a desk, followed by a neat bookshelf, the whole room is dark tones filled with the smell of books.
A man with a cold aura was sitting in an office chair, the back of the chair facing her, she could only vaguely see the man's back.
Bertha wanted to go in but was stopped by a bodyguard.
Anyway, she came here to talk about breaking off the engagement, plus she was on someone else's territory, so she couldn't enter.
The man in the study room coughed twice, then cleared his throat and spoke hoarsely. 'Miss. Bertha, what brings you here today?"
That sound is really hard to hear.
On the way here, Bertha investigated Shane.
He is dictatorial, cold, and cruel. It is said that he has a special hobby of mistreating women, and his face has been injured so he looks extremely ugly.
Regarding the rumor that Shane likes to beat women, whether true or false, she doesn't care. If true, she doesn't know who hit who.
But now, she just heard his voice, she could already imagine the image of that face.
It's not that she's discriminatory, it's that she's no longer interested in engagement and marriage.
What's more, she had to marry a man she didn't know at all and didn't have any emotional foundation.
She rearranged her thoughts and asked another bodyguard to bring her a chair. She sat in front of the study room and talked to Shane.
'It's no big deal, I just don't know if you know me."
Shane said nothing.
His large palm with prominent bones and veins picked up the coffee cup, the stirring spoon made a crisp sound.
Bertha could only see the back of his head, she said solemnly. 'I believe that with Mr. Shane, you must have investigated me, you also know that I am a married and divorced woman. For this, this is not the first time."
"So what?" Shane calmly took a sip of coffee.
Bertha is a bit confusing.
Does that mean he doesn't mind?
Could it be that this man has such strong tastes that he only likes married women?
She felt a chill in her heart, she started talking nonsense seriously.
"Mr. Shane, even though you investigated, my father didn't tell you this. When I was a child, a fortune teller told me my destiny. He said my destiny was to become a murderer. You know my previous husband, he died because of me."
Shane was drinking coffee but choked and the coffee fell onto the brown carpet.
The bodyguard in the room quickly gave him tissues.
Bertha saw that he was reacting that much, so she continued to add.
'So, Mr. Shane, Mr. Miller only has one grandchild, and that is you. I don't want to make you die. Our engagement is not compatible. Although this matter has not yet been made public to the outside world, we should talk to the elders in the family and cancel the engagement."
Bertha herself thought that these words had absolutely no problem, they were absolutely to the point.
With a traditional-minded family like Miller's house, Shane is currently the head of Miller's house, so of course he will believe in this nonsense about fate.
Her expression was extremely sincere, she quietly waited for Shane's answer.
Shane sat behind the chair and wiped away the coffee stains on his thin lips, his whole body restored to its noble and eminent appearance.
'Miss. Bertha, actually the fortune teller also told me my fate, he said that I will live a long time. You and I are truly a perfect match."
Bertha was momentarily speechless. A smile appeared on her face, but inside she was going crazy.
She wanted to swear but tried to restrain herself.
She gritted her teeth, her voice was gentle.
'So what a coincidence."
Shane nodded gently, but he put down his coffee cup, not daring to drink anymore.
Bertha didn't want to leave in defeat like that, so she continued to make up stories. 'There's one more thing that I'm sure my father lied to you about. Before, when my ex-husband and I were having sex, one time I accidentally fainted and had to be taken to the hospital. The doctor said that my body was very weak and could not give birth. That's why my ex-husband divorced me."
Turning his back to her, Shane quietly took a deep breath.
