Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 95 - He Calls Him Little Uncle

All these accusations invalidated her hard work and the effort she put in over the years to earn her place.

Criticism followed: a country bumpkin reliant on the Hughes Family, shameless.

But Ashton Marshall, today, on this occasion, in front of everyone in the elite circles of Peace City, reintroduced her.

Bella Woods felt an indescribable mix of emotions, an overpouring of soreness and gratitude tinged with a reluctance to let go of sweetness.

And at this moment, Ashton Marshall withdrew the microphone from Bella Woods’ hand.

Facing the stunned crowd below the stage, he declared, “Based on what has been stated, Miss Bella Woods, in terms of both personal capability and character, is a model lady in the circle. As for Oliver Hughes…”

Ashton Marshall cast a glance at Oliver Hughes, his expression indifferent, “Oliver Hughes has been mischievous and childish since he was young, unworthy of such a fine lady. Therefore, today I declare.”

“The engagement between Oliver Hughes and Miss Bella Woods is annulled, and they shall never be engaged in the future!”

Every word from Ashton Marshall carried extreme steadiness yet was irreversibly authoritative.

Bella Woods, initially moved by Ashton’s praise, was now more shocked by his words.

In Bella Woods’ view, Ashton Marshall had the same alluring appearance as the Third Young Master, surviving in the circle by peddling his charms, gaining many connections because of this.

But standing here now, he seemed more than just a man of connections.

Suddenly, Bella Woods came to her senses when she realized that she had been brought into the occasion by Ashton, even standing in the limelight without any interference.

Even if the Woods Family didn’t make a fuss, the Watson Family should have protected their daughter when Holly Watson was on stage.

But nothing, the Watson Family didn’t even utter a sound.

Present Bella Woods looked toward the audience, and everyone watching the stage wasn’t filled with shock or surprise but rather a cautious reverence.

If someone like that uncle were only a male prostitute with some connections, he wouldn’t accomplish so much.

Even now, Bella Woods realized that, facing Sienna Warren, this man stood below the stage, and even Daniel Hughes couldn’t intervene.

He stood there, like a natural barrier, removing all troubles for Bella Woods.

Who exactly is he?

Only now did Bella Woods realize the male prostitute identity was too far-fetched for him.

While Bella Woods was still in confusion, Oliver Hughes’ address of “Uncle” startled Bella Woods to a standstill.

She blinked wide-eyed in disbelief, her pupils filled with shock.

At this moment, all surrounding sounds ceased, and all images blurred.

Her sight was only on Ashton Marshall and Oliver Hughes.

The only voices were of their conversation.

“Uncle, I don’t agree to break the engagement! Bella Woods is my fiancée, no matter what, she is, she will be mine until death!” Oliver Hughes shouted in agitation.

Ashton Marshall’s face showed no expression, he just looked at Oliver Hughes indifferently, asking, “Are you worthy?”

Oliver Hughes was taken aback, “Uncle?”

He couldn’t believe Ashton Marshall would speak to him in such a tone.

Arrogant, indifferent.

The look that wouldn’t spare a glance, usually reserved for trash, was now directed at him.

“Uncle, she is my fiancée.” Oliver Hughes’ voice held a trace of grievance, “Four years ago, she came from the countryside, and I was the one who brought her into the circle, making her what she is now.

She loves me, she only needs me, and if the engagement is broken, I’m fine with it, but Bella Woods certainly won’t handle it well!”

Oliver Hughes looked at Bella Woods while saying this, “Bella Woods, quickly tell Uncle, you can’t lose me, you must have an engagement with me.”

In his urgency, Oliver Hughes’ last words cracked slightly.

But Bella Woods seemed not to hear, her gaze still on Ashton Marshall.

Startled, shocked, and incredulous.

Completely unable to comprehend.

She had always thought the male prostitute was Ashton Marshall.

The illustrious Third Young Master Marshall.

The king of this city!

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And she once even clung to him, claiming to keep him for a year, and even said she would take him abroad.

Saying she was his master, ordering him to serve her well.

Bella Woods took step after step backward, violently averting her gaze, and pinched her thigh to awaken from what seemed to be a dream.

“Bella Woods, what do you mean by staying silent, speak up!”

Oliver Hughes rushed to pull Bella Woods, but Ashton Marshall pulled him back, “Don’t touch her.”

“She is my fiancée, Uncle!” Oliver almost cried out in grievance, pointing at Bella Woods, “She is mine.”

“Bella Woods, answer,” Ashton Marshall said to Bella Woods.

Bella Woods suddenly came to her senses, but couldn’t control the tears that started falling, her gaze shifting from Ashton Marshall to Oliver Hughes.

“I am not anyone’s appendage, I am only myself, I am Bella Woods.”

“No, you are mine,” Oliver Hughes said excitedly, “Bella Woods, say it clearly, tell Uncle you are mine, you must be my fiancée, you can only…”

“I’m not yours, I don’t want to be your fiancée!” Bella Woods interrupted Oliver Hughes.

Oliver Hughes was shocked, then his expression twisted with rage, “Bella Woods, take those words back.”

“For the past four years, you used my things, stayed by my side, and loved me to death. Don’t throw a tantrum at this moment, you…”

“I don’t love you, Oliver Hughes,” Bella Woods interrupted him.