Chapter 112

Even Theophilus, that useless brat, had the audacity to strut around, clinging to other women's skirts.

With Dulcie's favorable conditions, why couldn't she pursue happiness?

"It's okay, Uncle and Aunt, I understand these things." Maynard said, appearing very suave and smiling.

"Alright, Anselm, no need to call anymore, just go upstairs and tell Dulcie to come down." Ariel said sternly: "Tell our daughter to have a pleasant meal with Mr. Jones. After all the gifts he has given, we must invite him to a meal in return. How can we just throw his gifts back at him like that?"

"Alright." Anselm turned to go upstairs.

The corners of Maynard's mouth lifted into a smile, finding Dulcie's parents easy to manipulate.

Just spending a little money had bought them to his side, even helping to create opportunities for him.

At this rate, it wouldn't take long to have Dulcie in his g