Chapter 70 Glades Horne’s Worries (8)_1

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Chapter 70 of "Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law" starts with thrilling twists: Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Glades Horne’s Worries (8)_1Jonathan Allen’s unremarkable face was full of caution... Continue the story!

Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Glades Horne’s Worries (8)_1Jonathan Allen’s unremarkable face was full of caution as he took the photo from Glades Horne’s hands once more, carefully putting it away, and assuring him, "Don’t worry, Young Master. If any of my people leaks even half a word, I will come to you and admit my guilt, submitting to whatever punishment you deem fit." Glades Horne’s predatory eyes curved slightly, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips as he gazed at Jonathan Allen. He responded gravely, "I trust you. As for the payment, I will have Ruiz transfer half of it to your account later. The other half will be paid upon completion of the task." Upon hearing this, Jonathan Allen’s mouth split into a grin. Those who dabble in the underworld also value money. He wouldn’t spout righteousness; if he needed money, he would openly display his desire for it. This authenticity was precisely why Glades Horne was willing to sit down and "discuss cooperation" with him. "Thank you in advance, Young Master. Come, let’s eat. If these dishes get cold, they won’t taste as good," Jonathan Allen said with a chuckle, hurriedly inviting Glades Horne to dine. Glades Horne pursed his lips in silence, glancing over the array of delicious food spread out before him. Each dish was visually appealing and aromatic, meticulously prepared by top chefs, and all appeared delectable. But he specifically craved something made by Julia. "Young Master, are these dishes not to your taste?" Noticing his reluctance to begin eating, Jonathan Allen cautiously inquired. This underworld boss, who had immense influence in the shadows, was always especially careful in front of Glades Horne—not because of Glades’s impressive background, but because of the natural commanding presence that Glades exuded, which made him submit. In Glades’s presence, he always felt like a eunuch before the emperor. Without a word, Glades Horne simply stood up, pulled out his chair, and began walking towards the exit. Jonathan Allen watched in astonishment. As Glades reached the door, he spoke in a low tone, "I’ll cover this meal. I have something to take care of, so I’ll be leaving first." He then left the Elegant Room without looking back, completely indifferent to his own manners. Upon exiting the Elegant Room, two bodyguards silently followed him towards the elevator. As he walked, he took out his phone and dialed Julia Bluen’s number. After a long wait, the call remained unanswered. He then tried calling the Bluen Family, but the line was busy. His brows furrowed slightly. "What time is it now?" After entering the elevator, he asked the two bodyguards in a frosty tone. Wade Coleman replied, "Young Master, it’s exactly twelve o’clock." Glades Horne fell silent once more. In the silence, he always exuded a daunting and somber aura that made him seem like Satan from Hell itself. The two bodyguards exchanged a subtle glance, wondering why his face had suddenly darkened. After leaving the hotel and getting into the car, Glades Horne leaned back into the seat, finding it more comfortable this way. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Julia Bluen’s number once more; the call went through but remained unanswered, despite ringing for a long time. This time, his sword-like eyebrows knitted together. "Go to the Bluen family mansion!" After hanging up the phone, Glades Horne instructed in a heavy voice. It was lunchtime. Where had Julia Bluen gone? Why wasn’t she answering her phone? A habitual worry surged like a tidal wave, enveloping him completely. Yet outwardly, he remained as stable as a mountain, unchanging even if that mountain were to crumble at his feet. Controlling the Valence Group, he had to maintain this composure, as if commanding thousands of troops. Unbeknownst to Glades Horne, who had been calling her, Julia Bluen was at her own home, having lunch with her mother. Chris Bluen and his son Leo typically did not come home for lunch. They were busy ensuring that the most crucial tasks for the coming days were handled well. The wedding preparations would begin tomorrow; although it was a well-prepared private celebration, nothing essential could be overlooked. In the dining room, the mother and daughter sat facing each other, serving each other dishes. "Julia, once you marry into the Horne family, try not to be too picky. Don’t be like how you are at home, you understand?" Scarlett Taylor placed a piece of the sweet and sour ribs—an all-time favorite of Julia Bluen—into Julia’s mouth as she said this tenderly and earnestly. "Mom," Julia Bluen called out with a hint of laughter. When was I ever picky? I’m the least picky person; I just particularly like sweet and sour things. "I know," she responded obediently, having caught her mother’s gaze. "The villa in front of the artificial lake will be your and Glades’s new home, your marital home. If there’s anything specific you wish to eat, you can make it at your own place. In the large Horne family, it’s not good to always expect the chef to cater to your tastes." Scarlett Taylor knew Julia wasn’t a fussy eater, but her preferences were somewhat unusual. Julia favored simple, home-cooked dishes, while the Horne family table was typically laden with rich, exotic fare. If they were to constantly prepare Julia’s favorite home-style meals, it might not sit well with the others. Perhaps initially, as a new bride and daughter-in-law, everyone would be tolerant. However, resentments could grow over time. In a large household, interpersonal dynamics could become complex. Moreover, due to Ruby Bluen, Mila Anderson already held a significant grievance against Julia and might be looking for an opportunity to find fault with her. Any mother, no matter who she might be, hopes her daughter will lead a happy life in her marital home. "Mom, I know how to handle things," Julia Bluen soothed her mother. Even as her daughter comforted her, Scarlett Taylor still felt a deep sense of melancholy. She barely ate, constantly watching her daughter, her words filled with worries and a reluctance to part. Seeing her mother’s reluctant demeanor, Julia Bluen put down her chopsticks, sat beside her mother, and with a playful smile wrapped an arm around her mother’s shoulder. "Mom, if you really can’t bear to let me go, then I simply won’t get married..." Julia Bluen’s words were cut off as Scarlett Taylor quickly grabbed the hem of her clothes. The melancholy on Scarlett Taylor’s face was swiftly replaced by a gentle smile as she looked at Glades Horne striding in. "Glades, you’re here! I didn’t hear the car," she said, smiling. Glades Horne had arrived! Turning her head, Julia Bluen indeed saw her man striding towards her. He sat down beside her unceremoniously, his deep-set eyes focused intently on her, locking onto her face, holding her gaze. His deep voice, not without warmth, reached her ears, "What were you just talking about? You seem so happy."

Chapter 70 Glades Horne’s Worries (8)_1

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