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Chapter 11

Peter asked Rodrigo with a sullen face, "Where is Oliver?" "Mr. Jefferson, I couldn't reach Mr. Oliver by phone." Peter's voice boomed with anger. "Rebellious son!" At this moment, a Rolls-Royce Ghost stopped in the front yard. The man who got out of the car had a cold face and a tall, slender figure. He closed the car door with a thud and entered the Jefferson residence. Peter glanced at the returning figure. Before he could utter a word, Juniper rose with a smile. "Look at you. You were with Maya last night, and now you're not coming back with her this morning? What are you avoiding? Are you worried we'll bully her if she's here?" Oliver flicked his gaze from Maya to Grace, who sat calmly in the living room, seemingly unfazed by the commotion. She still had the will to complain in her heart. It was true that once you entered a wealthy family, it was like entering the deep sea, where conscience no longer guided you. She hadn't even crossed the threshold yet, and her rival in love was already at the door. Juniper was also a person who possessed no sense of right or wrong. Wealthy families were really chaotic. With a scowl, Peter addressed Rodrigo, "See our guests out. It's Oliver's wedding day, and he and Grace need a moment to pay their respects to their mother. We can't have outsiders in the house during this private time." Maya replied, "Peter, I'll leave on my own." Juniper then said, "Dad, Maya is not an outsider. She..." Peter glared at Juniper and asked, "What? Do you want to leave the Jefferson family too? If you want to go, no one will stop you. Rodrigo, show our guests out!" "Yes, sir." Rodrigo walked over to Maya and said, "Ms. Hart, please." Although she had openly provoked Peter, Juniper was also frightened by his words. After all, his temper was unpredictable, and one wrong move could really get her kicked out. She didn't dare to keep Maya any longer and could only watch as she was escorted out by Rodrigo. Maya wanted to ask Oliver to speak up and keep her, but his silence spoke volumes, and she left with disappointment. Since they were going to pay their respects to their future mother-in-law, they had to dress appropriately. Grace and Oliver headed upstairs for a change of clothes. When they were alone again, Grace warned herself that she wouldn't provoke him if he didn't provoke her, but she would surely retaliate if he did. "Your presence makes the air here unbearable." Grace replied, "Since I'm still alive on Earth, why don't you go live on another planet, Mr. Jefferson? That way, my smell won't suffocate you." She bared her fangs for the first time in front of the Jefferson family, showing that she wasn't one to take things lying down. Oliver looked at her directly. "Grace, I really don't want to see you." "You can choose to donate your retinas. I swear, you won't see me for the rest of your life." A sharp-tongued girl was not endearing. Instead of blaming herself, she actively sought ways to change Oliver's behavior. Since Oliver didn't like her and she didn't like him, why bother trying to please someone who didn't care? Things were already bad now, and they would only get worse in the future. Grace was the first one to strike back at Oliver. Oliver sneered. "So, this is your true nature." Meeting Oliver's gaze with a defiant tilt of her chin, Grace said, "No, this is just a facade. You don't deserve to see my true nature." Despite the smile on Oliver's face, Grace felt a chill crawl down her spine. She knew she had angered him. "Very well, I don't deserve it," he said, enunciating each word. Grace's heart pounded in her chest whenever she met his gaze. His expression was always a little intimidating. But she pretended not to be afraid on the surface. A maid knocked on the door, reminding the two of them to get ready quickly. Grace quickly looked away. If she kept looking, she was afraid she would expose her fear. However, Oliver was the best at reading people's minds. He saw right through Grace's pretense. Oliver chuckled. "Your acting skills are mediocre." "As long as it gets the main idea across," she replied.

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