Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72 Wait For Me

All the way, Louis wore a sour expression, with Sam feeling jittery.

Suddenly, Louis turned to look in Blanche's direction and instructed Sam something. On hearing this, Sam nodded.

Blanche was quietly picking oranges, but she was still feeling bitter. She was even called crazy. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Blanche plucked a piece of wild grass next to her and snapped it off in frustration.

"You are the one who's crazy."

The phone rang, and Brendon answered it. After hanging up, Blanche saw him looking at her with an apologetic face.

"I'm sorry, but I can't accompany you to pick oranges anymore. I need to go home."

Blanche nodded. "You go ahead."

After saying this, Brendon turned around and left.

Turning her head, Blanche tried hard to divert her bitterness. She looked at the people scattered all over the hillside, thinking that with so many people, they must be able to pick a lot of oranges. All the welfare institutes in Cloud City should be able to get some oranges.

Yet, the reality was a stark contrast. Before long, murmurs of conversation began to flow from those around.

"What's so good about picking oranges? Don't let me get tanned. Whoever wants to pick them can go ahead. Anyway, I'm not willing to. My hands are precious."

"That's right. We will just pick a few to deal with it later. This activity is supposed to be for relaxation. Mr. Herbart is not really asking us to pick a lot of oranges."

"Let's go under the tree to cool down. I've recently set my eyes on a makeup product that launched today. I need to grab it fast. Slow hands lose."

As for the words Cathy scolded, Blanche was indifferent. Since she scolded so vigorously, if she didn't respond, it would be Cathy who would be upset.

Sure enough, after standing for a while, Cathy became even more angry when she found that Blanche didn't react at all.

"You still say you're not a vixen. In a while, you're already chatting with a stranger. If this is not a vixen, what is it?"

Giving Cathy a cold glance, Blanche buried her head and continued picking oranges. She knew that Cathy was talking about Brendon, but she didn't utter a word.

The sun was scorching, and the heat was already draining a person's energy, so she didn't want to waste more energy talking to irrelevant people.

"Blanche, you can pretend to be indifferent, but I'm not done with you." Cathy turned around and ran towards Brendon, who was heading back.