Gregory Quinn was verbally assaulted by Lawrence Winters, his face turning from green to purple, his features twisted beyond recognition.
He wanted to retort, to use the most venomous words to insult her, even wishing to use various disgusting methods to torment her, satisfying his perverse psychology.
But Lawrence Winters spoke so quickly, like a cart dumping walnuts, bombarding him with her words, and her face full of disdain and disgust, as if he were mud on the ground and she was the sun high above!
Gregory Quinn felt so suppressed he couldn’t even catch his breath.
Lawrence Winters, however, continued with her eloquence.
"What’s wrong? You still think you’re in the right?"
"Do you think knowing how to spell PUA makes you a master of mind control?"
"When it comes to reading people and talking accordingly, can you compete with us Heavenly Masters?"
Lawrence Winters snorted through her nose, her proud little expression both charming and sassy.
Brooke Osborne had been reduced to despair by Gregory Quinn’s words, almost to the point of suicide.
Now seeing this big man, Gregory Quinn, rendered powerless against a young girl like Lawrence Winters, the long-suppressed "self" in her started to emerge.
She wasn’t truly sick, why would she "relish" in others’ strikes?
It was just that no one had ever stood beside her so openly and told that once-overbearing person in front of her that he was the real trash!
She gratefully tugged on Lawrence Winters’ arm, whispering, "Lawrence..."
Lawrence Winters turned her head, gave Brooke Osborne a look, motioning for her not to speak.
Gregory Quinn seized the opportunity to prop himself up against the pavilion’s post and stand up.
He snapped back, knowing not to confront Lawrence Winters head-on, he only needed to deal with Brooke Osborne.
Having "trained" her for seven years, she was already something ensnared in his net, he couldn’t let this hen that laid golden eggs just run away.
Gregory Quinn wiped his face with his sleeve, extended his hand to Brooke Osborne, and said deeply, "Brooke, come here."
"Ah Hua, listen to me, we have been together for so many years. Although there have been arguments and disputes, what estrangement can truly last until the next day between husband and wife?"
"They say a fight at the bedhead is settled at the bedside. Don’t drag another family’s young girl into this."
"You know I have feelings for you."
Gregory Quinn finished, giving Brooke Osborne a deeply affectionate look.
Brooke Osborne shivered.
She looked at Lawrence Winters, then at Gregory Quinn, her mind grew fuzzy once again.
Lawrence Winters sighed, wanting to massage her temples, then grabbed Brooke Osborne’s shoulders and wake her with a roar as fierce as "Headmaster Ma’s Roar."
At this point, how could she still remember the lesson but not the beating?
However, thinking about it, Brooke Osborne and Gregory Quinn had been together seven years, their way of interacting was probably long solidified.
How could she expect Gregory Quinn to be reprimanded once and Brooke Osborne to suddenly awaken?
Maybe she’d need to take it step by step...
Lawrence Winters had no choice but to glare at Brooke Osborne, saying coldly, "Sister Brooke, Brother Kenneth asked me to find you and go watch a movie together. I looked for you for ages and finally found you here."
"The movie is about to start, why don’t you come with me, Brother Kenneth must be anxious by now?"
As if her words needed an appendix.
At this moment, Lawrence Winters and Kenneth Osborne were of one mind.
As soon as she finished speaking, the phone rang with the "Datian Young Boy" ringtone.
Lawrence Winters picked it up and saw it was Kenneth Osborne calling, hurriedly showing Brooke Osborne, "Look, he’s already prompting us."
In Brooke Osborne’s heart, her brother Kenneth was undoubtedly of utmost importance, so even though threatened by Gregory Quinn at present, she chose to go with Lawrence Winters to find Kenneth Osborne.
Lawrence Winters answered the call, immediately saying, "Brother Kenneth, are you getting anxious? I’m coming with Sister Brooke right now, make sure to get the tickets ready for us!"
On the other end, Kenneth Osborne frowned slightly, wondering why his sister was coming too?
But he knew Lawrence Winters wouldn’t casually drag his sister along, there must be something going on.
He immediately replied with a "hmm," "How long until you arrive?"
"Soon, I’m riding an electric bike, it’ll be quick!" Lawrence Winters said as she hung up, glaring at Gregory Quinn and warning, "Stay away from Sister Brooke! Don’t let me see you bother Sister Brooke again!"
Gregory Quinn was immensely jealous as Brooke Osborne once again chose her brother, letting out a cold laugh, saying, "Lawrence Winters, you’re a Heavenly Master. The old saying goes, ’It’s better to dismantle a thousand temples than to destroy a single marriage.’ Aren’t you afraid your patriarch will blame you for what you’re doing?"
Lawrence Winters immediately retorted, "The old saying also says saving a life surpasses building a seven-tiered pagoda! I save Sister Brooke’s life, my patriarch will remember my merit!"
"You saved her life?" Gregory Quinn let out a strange laugh, "Her life belongs to me! Young girl, you’re still too naive!"
Lawrence Winters again raised her phone, telling Gregory Quinn, "Gregory Quinn, we’re successors of socialism, your kind of whimsical life ownership thoughts should not disgust others."
"In the past, people like you would be criticized, you’d undergo re-education deep in your soul."
"It’s really a shame. I can only say Grandpa Yuan Longping let you eat too full, giving you delusions of ruling over others’ lives."
"Whose life belongs to you, huh? Even your own life doesn’t belong to you, you still think you can skyrocket like a monkey with a whistle?"
Gregory Quinn was at a loss for words, his face showing a mix of emotions as Lawrence Winters tore into him, taking him some time to speak in a strange voice, "... Criticize idealism? Lawrence Winters, you’re a Heavenly Master... Do you know if your uncle knows you scold yourself ?"
Lawrence Winters lifted her head, her jaw tracing a graceful arc, she spoke proudly, "What’s wrong with being a Heavenly Master? We’re the New Era Heavenly Masters born in the new society, raised under the red flag."
"The feng shui we study, that’s science!"
"If you’re uncultured, don’t expose yourself, every architecture department in the world’s universities has feng shui courses, yet in your mouth, it becomes idealism."
"Have you read too much street literature, seeing your head full of feudal rubbish thoughts, turning into water and swirling in your brain?"
Lawrence Winters pulled Brooke Osborne down the steps, picking up the fallen electric bike by the roadside, letting Brooke sit on the rear seat, while sending the content just shot on her phone to Kenneth Osborne.
"Hold on tight, Sister Brooke, we’re leaving now."
She pushed the throttle, the electric bike let out a whistling sound, darting ahead.
Gregory Quinn stood in the pavilion, watching angrily the backs of the two on the electric bike disappearing into the distance, feeling quite discontent.
He simply didn’t believe Brooke Osborne could escape his grasp!
Lawrence Winters rode the electric bike quickly to the auditorium.
It was already a quarter past six.
There weren’t many people outside the auditorium, only a slender, tall man standing at the main entrance, strikingly obvious.
It was Kenneth Osborne.
Lawrence Winters locked the electric bike in the electric bike shed in the auditorium square, came out and saw Kenneth Osborne already walking over, speaking sternly with Brooke Osborne.
She quietly observed Kenneth Osborne for a moment, finding that this man, always with a smile and surrounded by romantic debts, looked quite intimidating when he was stern-faced...