Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 561 - 560 Yancy Hastings has no shame!

She’d actually used such a trick to stop him from attending her class reunion. He was determined to make her beg him to go.

"You can have your things back, but you have to say something I want to hear."

Yancy Hastings pricked up his ears at this, eager to hear what Fiona Sutton would say.

Standing outside the door, Fiona’s mouth twitched when she heard this.

This damn, tasteless man! He actually wanted her to curry favor with him. Damn it! Not a chance in hell.

"Let me tell you, don’t even think about using this to threaten me! If I get angry, even I scare myself!"

Fiona clearly lacked conviction, but her words were enough to make one’s teeth itch.

Yancy Hastings, standing inside the room, felt his own teeth itch. Seriously... He hadn’t expected her to be so crude.

"Then get angry and let me see."

Would he be afraid if Fiona got angry? What a joke. He wouldn’t be. In his entire life, he would never be afraid of anyone’s anger, and that even included Maxwell Peary.

However, in the near future, Yancy Hastings would shamelessly go back on these words. Because in this world, there truly were people and things he feared. But at that time, he would accept it all willingly.

"ARGH! Yancy Hastings, open this damn door!"

Fiona kicked the Grand Gate hard, but the door didn’t even wobble. Her foot, however, throbbed with pain, and she couldn’t help but hiss.

Being crude wasn’t just about brute force; it required skill too. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Yancy Hastings, what on earth do you want to hear?"

Fiona despaired. How was she supposed to know what he wanted to hear?

No sound came from inside the room. With no clues from Yancy Hastings, Fiona scratched her head in frustration.

"Go to the reunion with me?"

Could it be that?

Fiona spoke softly. As soon as she finished, the door clicked open.

Yancy Hastings stood before her, his expression dark. His height of over 1.8 meters made him look like a towering deity.

Seeing him open the door, Fiona shoved him aside irritably.

"Move aside, I need to get my things."

It seemed some things were truly fated, destined to happen. She simply couldn’t stop him from attending her class reunion. Alright, alright, let him go. Besides, many of her classmates had already seen Yancy Hastings.

"Still not going?" Fiona raised an eyebrow, looking at Yancy Hastings, who was still standing by the door.

"Of course, I’m going."

Yancy Hastings straightened his clothes and followed Fiona down the stairs.

Fiona’s lips twitched as she silently cursed him. Such a grown man, why is he so fussy? Still adjusting his clothes. Pah!

It was Private Room One again. Nia Mitchell and the others were already seated. This time, there was no separation between male and female tables; everyone sat wherever they liked.

"Fiona, sit here?"

As soon as Nia Mitchell saw Fiona arrive, she immediately stood up, smiling at her.

Fiona paused. She glanced at Charles Northwood, who was sitting beside Nia, hesitated for a moment, then sat down.

And unexpectedly, Julia Adams was sitting on Charles Northwood’s other side.

"Fiona, is this your boyfriend?" Julia Adams asked knowingly; the entire private room had been discussing that very matter just moments before. Fiona and Yancy Hastings were both at the hotel, and they had been locked in the bathroom for such a long time. It was obvious.

"Yes," Fiona replied. She glanced at Charles Northwood. Seeing no particular reaction from him, she readily admitted it.

Meanwhile, Yancy Hastings, sitting nearby, had caught Fiona’s glance.

She... really has someone she likes in this class? Charles Northwood of the Northwood Family?