Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 142: He Really Seems to Have Lost Something Precious

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: He Really Seems to Have Lost Something Precious

Esther Carter felt she must be going through a rough patch recently.

That vile face, she couldn’t avoid it even during filming, but now she goes out and runs into him again?

She was furious, took off her sunglasses and glared at him, "I’ve got guys lining up to chase me from here to Valoria. What does it matter to you if I get married or not? Even if the only pig left in the world was you, I’d choose a dog over you! Look at your lousy face, always making malicious guesses about me. I’m reasonably suspicious you got your role by selling your ass. Tsk, how much per pound did it sell for?"

After venting, she gave Owen Grayson the middle finger and rolled up the car window.

All about dishing out satisfaction and then leaving.

Just then, the car in front started moving, and Esther Carter took the opportunity to drive off.

Owen Grayson gripped the steering wheel, nearly having a heart attack from anger. What made it worse was that the traffic on Esther Carter’s side started moving while he was still stuck!

He wanted to cut in and change lanes, but there were cars behind him one after another, and he couldn’t squeeze in. In the blink of an eye, Esther Carter’s car vanished from sight.

Fuck!

Fuck!!

Fuck!!!

Owen Grayson seethed as he stared towards where Esther Carter had disappeared, gnashing his teeth, "If only I..."

He couldn’t finish his harsh words, realizing his position left him with no means to teach her a lesson.

Owen Grayson, finding himself in a situation of a tiger fallen to flatter land, bullied by dogs!

The agent sitting in the passenger seat noticed his anger and gently said, "Actually, we don’t have a competitive relationship with her. She can’t affect you. Just treat her like air if you meet her again."

He really couldn’t understand why these two seemed to clash like magnets whenever they met, the explosive atmosphere coming without warning.

Can’t affect him? Owen Grayson sneered.

He could never forget the scene on the first day in the crew when he met Esther Carter.

He had deliberately gotten up early, styled his hair, and picked out clothes because this drama was the first he took on after breaking away from his family. He wanted to work hard and prove to the folks at home that Owen Grayson didn’t need to take over the family business; he could support himself doing what he loved!

He wanted to leave a good impression when meeting the crew for the first time.

So he was the first to arrive at the set, helping the staff prepare props, busy till past nine when the director and others gathered, except for the leading lady, who hadn’t arrived.

He asked about it, but the staff put a finger to their lips, indicating that the leading lady’s background was complicated, not to be questioned.

Normally, Owen Grayson detested those who climbed the entertainment ladder using privileges, feeling it desecrated the acting career. He already had a poor impression of Esther Carter, and when she arrived, she flippantly touched him upon seeing him.

"Yo, where’s this little beauty from? So pretty. You’ve surely made a pile in this industry, huh?"

The tone suggested he was a toy, or... considered a gigolo.

From a young age, Owen Grayson hated being called pretty; his refined features had led to many viewing him through tinted lenses, assuming a handsome boy like him was surely just a pretty shell. The ignorable looks irked him.

Owen Grayson pushed her away coldly, slapping her hand in the process.

Thus the feud officially began.

"Treat her like air? How’s that possible?" Owen Grayson’s residual anger hadn’t dissipated, and he snorted coldly, "I just have to put up with her for this film. After it’s wrapped, I’ll definitely call the paparazzi to expose her for being kept by a sugar daddy!"

The agent opened his mouth, wanting to say, what’s it got to do with us? Isn’t that just how the industry works? But on second thought, decided against it and swallowed the words.

Forget it, whatever the young master wants to do with someone is none of his business; what is he but a nobody?

That’s the Grayson Family of Seacliff’s young master.

"The Grayson Family of Seacliff’s young master?"

At Jacobs Villa, Kylie Dalton’s eyes lit up upon hearing Mason Jacobs’ words, quickly putting down her glass to ask earnestly, "The Grayson Family of Seacliff holds a status not lower than the Valerius Family of Northgarde, and certainly a notch above ours, the Jacobs Family. Do they really wish to form an alliance with us through marriage?"

Mason Jacobs had just returned from outside, having not slept a wink all night. His eyes carried a faint dark shadow, enveloped in a violent and bloody chill, yet Kylie Dalton noticed nothing, her attention solely on the Grayson Family of Seacliff.

Beside them, Rosalind Jacobs also looked at him expectantly.

Seeing his mother and sister’s surprise and delight at the marriage arrangement, Mason Jacobs tugged his lips into a smile and sat down on the nearby couch, instructing Special Assistant Wood, "Show the lady and miss the information."

Upon hearing this, Special Assistant Wood hurriedly placed the newly gathered information about the young master of the Grayson Family of Seacliff before Kylie Dalton and Rosalind Jacobs.

Both took a piece, and after a moment, their expressions changed slightly.

Kylie Dalton put down the information, frowned, and looked at Mason Jacobs, "This Owen Grayson is skilled in drinking, whoring, and gambling - even caused a girl to abort last year! This year he vanished for over half a year. You’re really considering this man for your sister? You’re pushing her into a pit of fire! I can’t agree to this marriage!"

Mason Jacobs turned to Rosalind Jacobs, asking, "Rosalind, what do you think?"

Rosalind Jacobs hesitated for a moment, struggling to speak, "Brother, is the Grayson Family of Seacliff the highest status I could marry into?"

Mason Jacobs nodded, not concealing facts, "You know the conditions the Sommers Family offered us. Jacobs Family doesn’t want to wage a destructive war with the Sommers Family, so you cannot marry into any prestigious family in Northgarde. The Grayson Family of Seacliff is indeed the highest status you can reach."

He paused before adding, "The Grayson Family of Seacliff is a longstanding family stretching back to the Song Dynasty, with many noble ancestors. Even in this generation, most power and wealth lie within its branches. This Owen Grayson is the only direct-descendant male in the Grayson Family; the family business will eventually fall into his hands."

Upon hearing this, Kylie Dalton panicked, "Rosalind, don’t be foolish. The Grayson Family of Seacliff is indeed wealthy, but we can’t sacrifice a lifetime for status and riches. Mom wouldn’t harm you; this marriage can’t happen!"

Rosalind Jacobs ignored her mother’s words and asked Mason Jacobs, "What will brother and the Jacobs Family gain from this?"

Mason Jacobs was equally open to her, "The Grayson Family will give the Jacobs Family several major projects, and in future new projects, the Jacobs Family will have a share. This is a vast interest."

Rosalind Jacobs showed a conflicted expression, "Does brother wish for me to marry him?"

Mason Jacobs smiled, "Yes, I wish for you to marry him."

Kylie Dalton’s face turned, about to erupt; Mason Jacobs interrupted her, explaining, "The Grayson Family continues to survive because the current leaders aren’t foolish. If Owen Grayson takes over, the family won’t let him squander its assets. I anticipate they’ll arrange a series of assistants to aid him once the leaders retire, confining his antics within set boundaries. The Grayson Family won’t fall. Your status as the Grayson Family’s most honored young mistress will secure you everything... Why bother about any man?"

As he finished, both Rosalind Jacobs and Kylie Dalton fell silent.

Although...the logic held.

Marrying isn’t about love, and Owen Grayson indeed seems the most suitable choice.

Yet, Rosalind Jacobs’ mind flashed back to that figure leaving the school auditorium, surrounded by the crowd.

She hesitated for a long time before looking at Mason Jacobs, with a hint of pleading in her eyes, "Brother, I want... I want to try one more time, just one last time."

Mason looked startled, "Are you still thinking about Mr. Sarvian?"

Rosalind nodded.

"I... I only ever loved this one man. I’m not willing to give up. Brother, let me try one last time. I only need three days. Can you help me stall the Grayson Family for three days?"

Mason looked at her for a while, watching as her back slowly stiffened, then he nodded slightly, "Okay, but only three days. After three days, whether you make progress or not, you must give the Grayson Family an answer."

If it drags on too long and angers the Grayson Family, the Jacobs Family wouldn’t gain anything good from it either.

Rosalind happily stood up and quickly said, "Okay, Brother, I promise there will be a result in three days."

Kylie Dalton watched her two children, neither of whom asked for her opinion, her face turning a bit unpleasant as she slammed her teacup onto the table.

Rosalind’s heart skipped a beat, "Mom..."

Kylie glared at her, then looked at Mason, saying sternly, "Mason, you’re being too reckless. Is Rosalind’s marriage something you can use as a bargaining chip? Don’t you know how hard it is for a woman to be in a marriage without compassion from her husband’s family, to raise children alone! Haven’t you learned from Mom’s lessons? You have only one sister, why not let her marry someone she truly likes?"

With her questioning, Mason’s face turned grim.

Rosalind also fell silent.

Mother married into the Jacobs Family as just an ordinary dropout because she was pregnant and the ultrasound confirmed it was a boy, so she forced Father into marriage.

But Father never really cared for her. It was just a fling for him, and after marriage, he ignored her even more. Grandfather and Grandmother had old-fashioned thinking and always looked down on Mother, being very strict with her, requiring her to greet them morning and night.

They were even stricter with her two children. The three of them lived an oppressed life in the Jacobs Family for over a decade.

Later, after Grandfather and Grandmother passed away, Mason proved himself better than their father, who only knew how to indulge in luxury. Eventually, the company was handed to him.

Their lives slowly improved.

Now, hearing Kylie bring up old issues, Mason and Rosalind were at a loss for words.

Finally, Rosalind spoke, "Mom, if I can’t marry Mr. Sarvian, then it doesn’t matter who else I marry. Nobility and wealth, aren’t they all wastrels? If I have the ability, I can make him focus on me. If not, isn’t being a rich wife good enough? At least no one would dare look down on me because of my status."

Kylie saw that she hadn’t changed her mind and sighed, getting up to head upstairs.

Rosalind anxiously looked at Mason, "Brother, is Mom mad?"

Mason watched Kylie’s retreating figure and shook his head slowly, "It’s okay, she’s just upset for a moment."

Power, wealth, aren’t they more reliable than people’s hearts?

Rosalind was merely making the right choice... in this world, how many women don’t weigh the benefits when it comes to marriage?

He suddenly paused.

He had indeed met a foolish woman who didn’t care about gains and losses.

Elara Hale, his ex-wife.

Lately, busy with work and searching for Cecilia Quincy, he had almost forgotten about this woman.

Thinking back now, this foolish woman, when they got married, signed a prenuptial agreement with him, and after marriage, she quit her job to take care of his mother and the household. For the sake of having children, she underwent numerous hormone injections, her belly swelling up but never complained.

When they divorced, she didn’t cry or cause a fuss and didn’t ask for a single penny, choosing to leave empty-handed.

Is there another woman as foolish as her in this world? She didn’t want a penny, seemingly sacrificing everything just for him.

Later, when she realized he no longer loved her, she decisively took back everything.

Mason suddenly felt a blockage in his heart because at this moment, he realized he might have really lost something precious.

His expression changed several times before he finally turned and left.

After he left, Rosalind finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her brother’s aura had suddenly become frightening, and she thought he was going to lose his temper.

Luckily, he didn’t.

Meanwhile, outside the villa, Mason, after taking several deep breaths, still couldn’t quell the anger in his heart. He quickly got into his car and sped towards a villa in the city center.

Cecilia Quincy lay in the dim living room, feeling worse than death.

This was her second day being brought back by Mason Jacobs.

Last night, Mason tortured her the whole night. She thought he hated her, yet he tied her up and demanded her continuously all night, still looking at her with disdain, wearing protection every time and tossing her into the bathroom for cleaning after every round.

She hurt so much that she couldn’t stretch her legs or even make a sound.

All the windows in the villa were covered with blackout curtains. In the dim lighting, Cecilia lay like a piece of useless flesh on the carpet in front of the coffee table.

When Mason entered, this was the scene he saw.

Seeing him, a wave of panic surged in Cecilia’s heart. Despite the pain, she desperately tried to crawl backward, but Mason’s steps were quick, and in just a few seconds, he was standing before her.

Cecilia thought he was going to torment her again like last night and pleaded in terror, "Please don’t... I can’t take it anymore..."

However, Mason grabbed her by the neck with one hand, lifting her up. Her throat was constricted, and she started coughing with her beautiful almond-shaped eyes filled with terror.

"It’s all your fault," Mason glared at her, his eyes filled with a mad rage. Gripping her neck, he smashed her head against the coffee table, "It’s all your fault! If it weren’t for your seduction, how could I have lost her!"

Cecilia was initially stupefied, and when she realized his meaning, she laughed in shock.

"You blame me? You blame me?? You were the one who said you only loved me in this life. You were the one who said you couldn’t forget me even after all these years I was gone!"

"Are you regretting it? Regretting divorcing Elara Hale? Hahaha, Mason Jacobs, how am I inferior to her? How am I inferior? In height, figure, looks, even education, I’m better than her!"

Cecilia was nearly going mad.

Mason’s words were the last straw that broke her tightly stretched emotions.

What she couldn’t accept the most was that Mason regretted missing out on Elara Hale, and did he never lay a hand on Elara Hale?

This violently abusive man, whose mood swings are as unpredictable as a madman, he tormented her unbearably within just half a year of marriage, but with Elara Hale for three whole years, he never laid a hand on her?!