All Chapters of A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride: Chapter 1661 - Chapter 1670

Mark walked towards Shelly and sat down on the rattan chair. “I’ve got some things to ask you.” Shelly closed the book that she was reading and looked at him with a serious expression. “What’s the matter? Ask away.”He stared at her eyes and slowly formed the words as he asked, “Have you looked at Arianne’s designs?”Shelly was momentarily startled. “When have I… Oh! I remember now. Are you referring to that day in the office? I may have seen it when I went there to look for her for a discussion, but she wasn’t around, so I sat in her seat and chatted for a while with that young man named Sylvain. I did pick up the stuff she had at her desk and looked through them for a short moment. I would’ve forgotten if you hadn’t brought it up. I believe there were some designs. Is this very important? I thought that it wasn’t anything important since… she left it lying around on her desk. Wasn’t Sylvain there as well? I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong, have I?”Mark let out a deep sigh

She looked at him in disdain. “Isn’t that what you want? When have you not wanted to do it when you come in here? Men are all animals who use the lower half of their bodies to think. I can understand that, so stop bullsh*tting.”Would Mark still be able to do it when Arianne had already made such an insulting remark? Instead, he gritted his teeth and wrapped her up tightly in her blanket. “I’ll do it if you’re willing to. Otherwise, forget it. I won’t force you. I have my needs, but I can suppress them, understand? Alright, get some sleep. I’ll accompany you for a while before I leave. Tomorrow… It’d still be better if you don’t go to work. I’ll come and look for you after I’ve had a discussion with the designer, so please be good and stay at home for the next two days. Just treat it as a vacation.”Arianne struggled as she took both her hands out of the blanket to twist Mark’s ears for still being adamant on that matter. “I told you, I refuse to be suspended! Forget about being crit

James was a little shocked by Mark’s sudden intimidating demeanor, and his anger dropped by half; he did not even dare to keep his chin raised anymore. “About that… It’d have to depend on your sincerity. You’re the CEO of Tremont Enterprise, so how would you like to settle this? Furthermore, it’s your ex-wife that’s plagiarised my work, not the other way around. I was wondering whether your ex-wife had accidentally seen my design, as I published it first, and ended up plagiarising my work. Most importantly, I have never had the chance to interact with her, nor could I possibly have been able to plagiarise her designs. Therefore, based on all the evidence, I’m the one who’s the victim here.”This was exactly why Mark was in a dilemma. No matter what angle he tried to use to look at the situation, James had no chance of plagiarising Arianne, and it was instead Arianne who could have plagiarised his work after he had already published it. Mark took a deep breath before he said, “How much

Mark could not bear to hear any further. “Fine, we’ll leave it at that. I haven’t got any appetite, so you go ahead and eat by yourself. I’ll be heading out now.”Shelly hurriedly asked, “Will you be back tonight?”Mark paused for a moment. “I’m busy, so I won’t be back tonight.”As she watched Mark walking away without even looking back, Shelly’s shoulders dropped. She had also lost her appetite, despite having a sumptuous meal laid out in front of her.The atmosphere within the entire Tremont Estate seemed gloomy. Even the maids remained hidden and would only show up when Shelly called for them, as though she was the cause of everything bad that was happening. The loneliness that Shelly felt was similar to how she used to feel in the past when she was overseas. During that time, she would always be alone… Alone as time passed. Every day was a struggle for her, so much so that she did not even have anyone to talk to.…When Smore heard someone knocking on the door, he immediatel

Scorn was dripping from Mark’s smirk. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care about your trifling, boasting cockalorum to your friends. All I want to know is this: who gave you that bloody design draft? I know you didn’t pen it—it’s my wife’s creation. You stole it, you sued her for plagiarism, and you extorted one-hundred-fifty grand from me. Seems to me we’ve got a long score to settle.”James was shaking like a leaf. “N-No! T-T-That’s untrue! I didn’t steal anything from nobody. I swear it’s my creation! I didn’t steal! Please, Mr. Tremont, just let me off, okay? I don’t even want the rest of the money anymore, alright? Let’s just call it a truce, yea? I’ve told the press that the whole plagiarism thing was a misunderstanding! We’re alright now! That’s a good reason to let me go, right?”Mark’s patience was rapidly thinning. With a frown, he hissed, “You talk too much. Is this your way of pleading to get your tongue removed?”James immediately shut up, not a single word escaping him.M