Chapter 21: President Jiang, Young Master Ye Was Beaten

Chapter 21: Chapter 21: President Jiang, Young Master Ye Was BeatenShe hated Anna Green, hated Vivian Thornecroft, but she never hated anyone else in the Green Family. In her eyes, even if they didn’t like her, they were still her closest family. In the past life, even though Daniel Green hadn’t called her sister for five years, she still treated him like her younger brother. When the Green Family went bankrupt and Daniel Green was framed and sent to prison, she forced Mason Bennett to pay the price of giving up half of Nathan Bennett Group to get him out. In this new life, her goals remain clear—Anna Green and Vivian Thornecroft. She wanted to take this opportunity to mend her relationship with her family. But now it seemed she was being overly sentimental. That line about why she didn’t just die outside was like a sharp sword, piercing her heart, twisting and turning until it was a bloody mess. "What a pity, the fortune teller said I have a strong fate, not that easy to die, disappointed you, didn’t I?" Bella Green adjusted her bangs and said with a smile. After speaking, she lifted her feet and walked out. Once outside, she seemed to hear Samuel Gren and Francesca Willis erupting into an argument. She wasn’t sure what they were arguing about, nor did she want to know. Not long after she walked out of the villa, she suddenly stopped in her tracks. She realized she didn’t have a penny on her... Not even enough for a bus fare, and even the clothes were provided by Mason Bennett. Standing on the empty road, Bella Green felt a sting at the tip of her nose. Truly pathetic, in such a vast world, after leaving the Green Family, she had nowhere to go. "Beep..." The honking right near her ears snapped Bella Green back to reality, reflexively trying to dodge. Once she moved, she realized she was standing on the sidewalk! Bella Green frowned, turned around angrily, wanting to vent, only to see a familiar car, and she was slightly taken aback. Wasn’t he gone? The car stopped behind her, and Elliot Morris got out, jogging over with a smile. Just as he was about to speak, he was startled by Bella Green’s swollen face. "Young Master Green, what happened to you?" Elliot Morris’s voice was not quiet, and Mason from inside the car heard his exclaim, his brows furrowing slightly. But Bella Green’s figure was completely obscured by him, nothing was visible. After dropping off Bella Green, he received an urgent call from M Country, having to hold a temporary conference call. Elliot needed to prepare materials for him, so the car was simply parked by the roadside. Unexpectedly, just as they were about to leave, they saw Bella Green zoning out on the road; he instinctively asked Elliot to stop the car. Elliot’s question didn’t make him think, he directly pushed open the car door and got out. Bella Green hung her head, feeling a bit down, she really didn’t want Mason Bennett to see her like this. So ugly and humiliating... Watching those black Italian handmade crocodile leather shoes stop in front of her, Bella Green lowered her head even further. "What happened?" The man asked in a deep voice, his tone neither urgent nor slow, it was unclear if he was asking Bella Green or Elliot. Bella Green kept her head down and stayed silent, while Elliot nervously spoke, "Young Master Green’s face was hit." As soon as he finished speaking, Elliot sensed the surrounding temperature suddenly drop several degrees, the intense pressure making even his breath slow, causing him to instinctively retreat a bit. "Lift your head." The man’s voice was cold and low, each word aligned on the same level. Despite the lack of inflection, it was so forceful that it was irresistible. Bella knew how domineering and persistent this man could be, stopped insisting, sniffed, and slowly raised her head. seaʀᴄh thё nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The sight of the swollen, bruised face immediately filled Mason Bennett’s dark eyes with stormy clouds, flashing with a cold, fierce light. His cold, thin lips parted, each word carrying an icy, oppressive chill. "Who did this?"