Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 502 - 501: You’re Not Allowed to Take the Brat’s Things

Grandpa Davidson was bewildered by Owen Lewis, and in turn, he directed his anger towards Annie.

"I have no idea what’s going on."

Annie looked at the box on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to pick it up.

"Don’t touch it!"

Grandpa Davidson immediately roared, successfully stopping Annie’s next move.

"Why?"

Annie was visibly impatient. The older she got, the more things she had to deal with.

"You are not to touch that boy’s stuff."

With that, Grandpa Davidson crouched down to pick up the small box himself. He opened it with a frown and found, to his surprise, a diamond ring.

It sparkled brilliantly. Although the rain had gradually subsided, in the dim air, this diamond ring was still strikingly eye-catching.

Annie’s heartbeat skipped a beat. This was... The ring she had taken a liking to during her last visit to Paris. However, she hadn’t bought it then because she disliked the heart-shaped diamond, finding it a bit too sentimental. But she had lingered over it more than once. This diamond ring...

Annie suddenly got misty-eyed. The diamond shape on it was no longer a heart, but a cross. She hadn’t said anything, yet he seemed to understand all her thoughts.

Seeing Annie’s expression, Grandpa Davidson’s eyebrows wrinkled.

"What’s with that look on your face? Hmm? Put it away, put it away!"

Grandpa Davidson hopped anxiously. A woman’s sentimentality is a terrible thing! They get impulsive; they can turn into devils!

"That stinking boy! You’re not allowed to be moved by him, I tell you! And another thing, we don’t want this bloody thing."

With that, Grandpa Davidson was about to throw it away outright.

"Grandpa, it costs over fifty million..."

Grandpa Davidson staggered at these words, looking at the diamond ring in his hand, his lips twitched.

"He’s filthy rich?"

He knew it; his granddaughter’s taste couldn’t be that bad. Even though that boy seemed to have heaps of flaws and shortcomings, well, being able to make money could be considered a plus point.

"Yes, filthy rich."

Annie answered Grandpa Davidson’s question. One of Owen’s single transactions could buy this Martial Arts Academy.

But then again, so was she.

"So... is he a gold digger?"

PFFT— Annie was thankful that she hadn’t been drinking water; otherwise, she would have spat it all over Grandpa Davidson’s face.

"What on earth do you think about all day, Grandpa?" How could he bring up something like ’gold digger’? Was this the same old-fashioned man?

"I’m not thinking anything, just look at his pretty-boy face!"

Grandpa Davidson was furious. His grandson-in-law should be a martial arts master as powerful as a mountain. How could he possibly be a gold digger?

"Grandpa, you’re mistaken, he..."

Annie glanced at Grandpa Davidson.

"Grandpa, if you personally fought him, you would surely win, because you’re too old. But if you let your most promising student fight him..."

Annie stopped speaking at this point, held up an index finger, and smiled mysteriously. "One move!"

The disciples here could not withstand even one of his moves. Owen Lewis’s techniques were designed to deal with vicious adversaries, honed amidst the clash of blades and swords. He had no flashy moves, no superfluous embellishments. Only speed, precision, ruthlessness—lethal attacks designed to kill in a single blow. So, to him, the disciples in this Martial Arts Academy were nothing more than weaklings with flashy but impractical moves.

Grandpa Davidson looked dubious; he didn’t believe Annie’s words at all.

That boy didn’t look like a martial arts master at all, did he?

"Don’t speak well of him! I won’t listen."

Grandpa Davidson got worked up, as stubborn as a child.