Chapter 14 My Brother Is a Dictator
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Milly raised her head slowly and locked eyes with a pair of smiling eyes. The owner of those eyes had one hand casually tucked in his pocket, his movements relaxed yet dignified. The evening sunlight seemed to envelop him in a golden glow, making him stand out.
George stood in front of her and smiled warmly. “Miss Burnett, do I have the honor of inviting you to my house as a guest?”
Milly sidestepped him straightforwardly, her tone icy as she said, “No, you wouldn’t have the honor.”
Where was I with the poem?
The water was serene. I make a toast to the guest and recite a poem about the moon.
A girl with fluffy hair hung her head low and walked past him. She was so adorable that George was tempted to reach out and pet her.
George clenched his fist and suppressed the urge. The little hedgehog before him was now bristling with spines. Provoking her would lead to more than just a prick.
“Grandpa wanted to discuss the childhood betrothal with you. It was just a bet, not a serious commitment. If you truly didn’t want to attend, it’s okay to keep our relationship as it is for now.”
George’s voice carried a tinge of regret.
Milly halted in her tracks. She turned and looked at him in disbelief, asking, “Are you serious?”
George smiled, and the joy danced in his eyes. He said, “I always keep my word.”
Milly narrowed her eyes and scrutinized this man. His eyes held nothing but honesty.
While the Tates were prestigious and aligning with them would secure her future, it wasn’t something she wanted.
She preferred to earn what was rightfully hers through hard work. What she achieved on her own would truly belong to her and be untouchable by anyone.
If Andrew came to his senses and annulled the previous agreement, calling off her marriage with George, it might not be a bad idea to visit his house.
Milly agreed, “Very well.”
George’s stoic expression softened and he grinned. Unable to hold it back, he reached out and tousled her hair gently. He complimented, “Good girl.”
Onlookers gasped collectively at the sight.
What was the connection between the Tates and this girl? Why was he pampering her?
William was standing by the car. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He didn’t notice when his backpack slipped to the ground.
“Mr. Jarvis, quick! Slap me! I think I’m seeing things!”
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His brother, the extreme clean freak who washed his hands ten times after touching a file, was actually touching someone’s hair?!
Danny was equally perplexed.
Massaging his temples, he said. “Mr. William, I feel like I’m dreaming”
Only Milly, who was in the middle of it, took a step back. She glared at George with hostility and wished she could chop off his hand.
Inside the car.
William scrutinized Milly from head to toe. He leaning in closer and asking in a low voice, “What’s your relationship with my brother?”
Milly replied coldly, “None.”
William seemed unconvinced; he pressed, “How can there be no relationship between you two? I saw him touch your hair! Oh, I get it now. Did he ask you to transfer to Class A to keep an eye on me? Am I right?”
He nodded to himself, muttering, “Humph! As expected, he’s a dictator!”
“A dictator?” William’s animosity perplexed Milly.
William was angry as he explained, “That’s right, he’s a dictator. I’m passionate about e–sports, but he forbids me from playing. He insisted on me finishing school and taking over the company. Isn’t that crushing my dreams and ruining my life? Tell me, isn’t such a heartless person a dictator?”
With each word he uttered, the atmosphere in the car seemed to plummet colder.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Danny was nervous. He glanced at George, who looked grim, and his heart trembled in fear.
Is Mr. William trying to get himself into trouble?
He spoke ill of Mr. Tate in his presence and complained so loudly on top of that
Hearing William complain, Milly looked up at George, who was resting with his eyes closed. She thought. about his series of cunning maneuvers and nodded in agreement, “Indeed.”
William’s eyes lit up upon hearing her support his viewpoint, as if he had found an ally.
He had completely ignored his previous suspicions that Milley had monitored him.
William couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and hold Milly’s hand. Tears welled up in his eyes as he said, “I never expected you to empathize with me. Finally, I have a sister who shares my thoughts!”
His enthusiastic gesture surprised Milly. She furrowed her brows as she sensed something was amiss.
William continued to express his frustrations agitatedly, “You have no idea. Those people only know how to flatter George. They never dare to speak the truth. Only you are willing to speak the truth. From now on, we are like blood brother
Milly was unsure what to say.
Chapter 14 My Brother Is a Dictator
Something still felt off!
William cautiously glanced at George, who was still recuperating with his eyes closed, and it seemed he had heard nothing. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned in to whisper to Milly.
“Since you share my thoughts, I hereby invite you to join my anti–fascist alliance. From now on, we are comrades on the same ship. The two of us would be united in our fight against dictatorship.”
His voice was filled with passion and inspiration.
Milly raised an eyebrow and was momentarily surprised.
Anti–Fascist Alliance?
Although William appeared unreliable and carefree on the surface, she didn’t expect him to be so devoted to his cause. Nevertheless, his spirit was admirable.
It seemed like she had misjudged him. This man was not as carefree as he seemed.
“How many members are there in your alliance?” Milly asked softly.
“Just two, you and me.”
Milly was speechless.
So, what was she really expecting?
Andrew had already waited at the entrance of the villa. As soon as the car arrived, he joyfully walked up to
the car.
“Oh, is Milly here?”
Milly saw Andrew smile warmly and affectionately at her as soon as she stepped out of the car. She took a deep breath and politely greeted him, “Hi, Andrew.”
Although she was uneasy that Andrew suddenly brought up the engagamen, she didn’t particularly like his eldest grandson.
Andrew was still an elder who cared for her deeply. Although she wasn’t fond of him, she couldn’t bring herself to harm him.
“You’re such a good girl. Come inside. I have already had someone prepare juice for you. It’s hot today: have some watermelon juice to cool down.” He led Milly into the house with a smile on his face, completely forgetting about his grandsons behind him.
