the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 959: So What If You Have Big Breasts?

"I heard she changes boyfriends every week. Bro, aren’t you worried you’ll end up with a lemon?"

Richard Shaw paused for a moment. Ever since he returned, almost everyone he met brought up Crystal Landon, as if his life was completely tied to a teenage girl.

"Alright, I got it. There’s no marriage involved." Richard Shaw stood up, ready to leave.

Drake Howard, the Howard Family’s second son, was holding a cigarette while playing poker. As he touched his cards, he answered his phone, then exclaimed, "Damn it, Nova’s been taken to a bar by Crystal, and now it’s chaos down there."

Among the top families in the Imperial City, the Shaw Family had few heirs. Though there were many branches, Richard Shaw was the only offspring of the main line.

The Howard Family was blessed with many children. The matriarch had three sons and a daughter; the first and third sons each had only one child, while the second son had three: Augustus Howard, Drake Howard, and Nova Howard.

The matriarch was a feminist, and what troubled her most was her descendants mingling in nightlife venues.

Alaric and Balthazar Howard usually didn’t dare to hang around such places. But this time, when they finally got Richard Shaw to return, they dragged him over here without saying much, and they even called over several dainty girls to accompany them. If things went wrong, they’d let Richard Shaw take the blame. That’s how they had always done it.

But then Crystal brought Nova over, and there’s no way they can cover this up when they get home. The matriarch will definitely beat them to death.

With sullen faces, Alaric and Balthazar Howard went out to catch people.

The man stubbed out his cigarette, his handsome and resolute face showing a hint of reflection as he followed them.

*

Crystal Landon had just brought Nova Howard to the Moulin Rouge when their enemies cornered them. The Winton sisters had been partying since the college entrance exams. Upon hearing Crystal and Nova were at the Moulin Rouge, they stormed in with a few of their playboy friends, directly rounding up a booth.

Crystal lazily lifted her eyes, her gaze resting on their undeveloped chests, and smiled lightly.

"Sis, she’s laughing at my flat chest." Sophia Winton glared at Crystal’s ample bust, her face twisting in anger. She hated being called flat-chested, and now, faced with Crystal’s ridicule, she wished she could just hide.

Serena Winton shot Sophia a look. Ever since they were humiliated by Crystal in school last time, the sisters had been plotting revenge. They spread rumors about her far and wide, and seeing Crystal hadn’t come out to clear them up, their courage grew. Learning Crystal was at the Moulin Rouge, they quickly called in a few mischievous friends to make trouble.

Eighteen or nineteen-year-olds love doing something thrilling like this.

"Think being busty makes you great? Richard still doesn’t want you. You’ve got a horrible reputation now in the Imperial City; it doesn’t matter how big your chest is, no one will have you." Serena Winton mocked sharply.

"That’s nonsense! It’s because of all the bad things you guys say behind Crystal’s back." Nova Howard said angrily.

"Country bumpkin, mind your business," Sophia Winton snapped. "All you do is tattletale."

"Didn’t get enough last time?" Crystal sneered, flexing her fingers.

She was wearing a crop top, her slim waist was barely a grip, making those playboys almost drool. They all wanted to have a feel, thinking if a fight broke out later, this little girl would have to let them take advantage. They laughed lewdly.

"Crystal, I called my brother. We can’t beat them," Nova whispered, tugging on Crystal’s sleeve.