Novel Bin Chapter 130: Is White Mitchell Inferior to Hans Weiden?
Chapter 130: Is White Mitchell Inferior to Hans Weiden?
“If you dare to harm a single hair on Sherry’s head, I’ll toss you out immediately. If you don’t believe me, try me!”
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a chill swept over them from behind, sending shivers down their spines as if they had plummeted into an icehouse.
Old Madam Jones’s raised cane paused in mid-air, as if obstructed by an invisible force, it simply wouldn’t fall.
Gulp!
Old Madam Jones subconsciously swallowed, then silently glanced at White Mitchell.
However, that look almost triggered a heart attack in her.
“Why are this kid’s eyes so frightening? Could it be that he has killed people in prison?” Old Madam Jones felt unease in her heart, and subconsciously lowered her cane.
At this moment, Snowden Jones rushed to steady Old Madam Jones and whispered in her ear, “Grandma, calm down, right now aunt Sherry is confused by that bastard White Mitchell.
Instigating aggression now will only backfire. Let’s cool down for now, I’ll contact the Cooper family later to apologize and explain the situation.
Then we can persuasively talk to Aunt Sherry, there’s always room for a turnaround. What’s urgent now is to figure out how to get Hans Weiden’s help in dealing with the troubles of the Woods family and the Thomas family.”
Ever since Hans Weiden took Sherry Jones away that night and went quiet, seeing Sherry standing here safe and sound made them wonder if something had gone awry that night.
Or rather, if their plan had been disrupted by that bastard White Mitchell.
After all, judging from their current appearance, it’s highly likely they did!
Upon hearing this, Old Madam Jones’s tone eased somewhat. She said, “Snowden, you’re right. For now, we can’t rely on the Coopers.
It’s still up to the Weiden family to resolve the issues with the Woods and Thomas families!”
After saying this, Old Madam Jones irritably glared at Sherry.
At this point, Snowden Jones confidently scolded Sherry, “Sherry Jones, can’t you take care of your own affairs before poking your nose into others’?
Don’t forget, the problems of the Woods and Thomas families are yet to be solved. Instead of trying to impress Hans Weiden, you actually find time to interfere in your aunt’s issues?
Do you want us to clean up your mess? Or do you think that White Mitchell, with a little sweet talk, can deal with the issues of the Woods and Thomas families? How ridiculous!”
Amanda chimed in mockingly, “Exactly, Hans Weiden is still interested in you, and you don’t even appreciate it. You’re meddling in everything like a meddling mutt.
You don’t even know how to cherish the opportunity before you. We wonder if your brain is flooded.
If you really have time, then properly deal with your own White Mitchell. Stop making trouble for us in our Jones family. Or perhaps spend more time dining with Hans Weiden. Otherwise, who would continue cleaning up after your White Mitchell?”
“You all!”
Facing the reprimands and sarcastic remarks from Snowden and Amanda, Sherry’ face turned unsightly.
She wanted to retort, but it seemed she could find no reason to refute them.
Indeed, the problems of the Woods and Thomas families had not been resolved yet. Meanwhile, the Imperial Group was watching White Mitchell like a tiger eyeing its prey.
But she couldn’t do anything to help White Mitchell. All she could do was become a burden to him.
Thinking of this, Sherry’s eyes turned red.
She pursed her lips, a look of self-blame on her face and she was unable to say a word.
Just then, White Mitchell slowly walked over to her side and silently took her hand.
“Brother…” Sherry Jones lifted her head, her eyes misty as she looked at White Mitchell, full of regret and guilt.
But White Mitchell presented her with a comforting smile, akin to a warm spring breeze in March, instantly warming Sherry Jones’s heart.
Next, she heard White Mitchell speaking soothingly, “Silly girl, don’t worry, I’ll be alright, and I won’t let anything happen to you.
Perhaps, before long, the Woods Family and the Thomas Family will come to apologize to us, won’t they?”
Upon hearing this, Sherry Jones couldn’t help but bitterly smile, a tinge of bitterness also surfaced on her pretty face.
She was aware that White Mitchell’s words were merely to comfort her. With the nature of the Woods Family and the Thomas Family, they would never let her off the hook, much less White Mitchell.
At this point, only a miracle could alter the current situation.
On the other side, Snowden Jones and her mother burst out laughing after hearing White Mitchell’s comforting words to Sherry Jones, as if they had heard some hilarious joke.
Amanda openly mocked, “What time is it now, and you’re still boasting? How many times have you boasted like this? Don’t you feel embarrassed? Can’t you change your act next time?
Don’t assume we wouldn’t believe it, look at the expression on that stupid girl’s face, she’s not disproving it because she can’t bear to deflate you.
Could it be that you really think by spewing such nonsense, your troubles will be solved? You’re too naive, aren’t you? Hahaha…”
Snowden Jones coldly laughed and mercilessly said to Sherry Jones, “Sherry Jones, I really don’t understand what you see in this guy, how could someone like him possibly compare with Hans Weiden?
Are you out of your mind, or are you blind? You’ve passed up Hans Weiden, who is a great catch, just to follow him?
Don’t blame me for not reminding you as your older sister, this kind of man who can only sweet-talk, is unreliable, you better think about how to please Hans Weiden.”
After these remarks, Snowden Jones contemptuously glanced at White Mitchell, her face filled with disdain.
Facing their slander against White Mitchell, Sherry Jones secretly clenched her fists, grinding her teeth as she glared at Snyder Jones and her mother.
They could slander her as they wished, but they must not malign White Mitchell!
With this thought in mind, Sherry Jones yelled at them, “Have you said enough? The troubles brought by the Woods Family and the Thomas Family, we will deal with them ourselves! You are not allowed to trouble my brother now!”
As Sherry Jones spoke these words, defiance was written all over her face, yet what she earned were even more aggressive taunts from Snowden Jones and her mother.
“Oh, following White Mitchell for a few days and you already have a sharp tongue. You talk as if it’s so easy, why don’t you take some real action then!”
“What can you do to resolve the troubles brought by the Woods Family and the Thomas Family without Hans Weiden? By using your head?”
“One is powerless and without influence, the other just came out of jail, yet you dare to make such preposterous claims?”
Ridiculous!
Snowden Jones and her mother sneered in chorus, their faces smiling in the same sarcastical way: equally sharp, equally harsh, equally aggressive.
Their laughter, like a knife directly into Sherry Jones’s heart, caused her to feel a prickle in her nose. Soon, tears of grievance welled up in her eyes and uncontrollably trickled down.
Just then, White Mitchell held her hand again, gently drying the tears from the corners of her eyes and said tenderly, “Silly girl, don’t cry, if brother said they’re going to apologize, they definitely will.
No matter what, they will come, trust me.”
As if to prove White Mitchell’s words, just when he finished speaking, a commotion came from outside the Jones Family’s villa.
It sounded like a mix of mournful wails and cries which were somewhat frightening.