Dump My Ex, Dive into Love with His Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 53 - Third Young Master means to stand up for
Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Third Young Master means to stand up for me?
Chapter 53 -53: Third Young Master means to stand up for me?
Oliver Hughes stared wide-eyed at the motorcycle headlights, and the speed of the bike did not slow as it approached him; if anything, it accelerated, leaving Oliver’s brain no time to react.
As the motorcycle was about to collide with Oliver Hughes, Sienna Warren suddenly pulled him aside and blocked in front of him.
Screech!
The motorcycle stopped just a few centimeters away from Sienna Warren’s body.
On the motorcycle, the man in the black leather biker suit coldly observed, then removed his helmet to reveal Tim Season’s face.
“Young Master Oliver, you’re playing quite wildly.”
Tim Season placed the helmet on the motorcycle’s handle and leaned against it, staring at Oliver Hughes.
The surrounding area was already encircled by the motorcycle convoy brought by Tim Season. The headlights illuminated their faces, each appearing paler and more twisted than the last.
Recovering from the shock, Oliver Hughes asked Tim Season, “Brother Season, what are you doing?”
“Yeah, bro, what are you doing?” Allan Season also recovered, questioning his cousin.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you what you’re playing at?” Tim Season’s gaze swept across the scene, especially focusing on Bella Woods, who was wrapped like a gift lying on the ground.
And there, barely standing, was Ethan Marshall trying to help untie.
“Even though your Fourth Uncle has no standing after he failed in his power struggle back then, the old man of the Marshall Family isn’t dead yet, Oliver.” Tim Season returned his gaze to Oliver Hughes.
“I lost the bet, and now he wants to back out. I’m just trying to make him honor his promise, what’s wrong with that?” Oliver retorted confidently.
“So the wager was to gift your fiancée to your Fourth Uncle to play with?” Tim Season laughed absurdly.
He knew that this generation of pampered scions played wildly and took it far, but he hadn’t expected them to go this far.
Indeed, the world of young people is different.
“A bet is a bet.” Oliver Hughes insisted on that statement.
“Young Master Season.” Sienna Warren plucked up her courage and stepped forward, saying, “We can all testify that Bella offered herself as the wager, and even asked us to package her this way; it’s got nothing to do with Oliver.”
As soon as Sienna Warren finished speaking, Holly Watson immediately stood up to ‘testify’: “Yes. The handcuffs and ribbons were all brought by Bella Woods’ request.”
“Is that so?” Tim Season looked at Bella Woods.
Bella Woods lay on the bed, showing no emotion at Tim Season’s arrival or at the slander from Sienna Warren and Holly Watson’s duet.
She didn’t even bother to explain, not wanting to say a single word extra.
Tim Season waited for a while without hearing Bella Woods’ defense, then looked away: “So you mean I came over abruptly, interrupting your wonderful show?”
“Brother, since you’re here, why not stay and watch the play with us?” Allan Season was quite excited.
Mainly because he had some interest in Bella Woods.
Although he looked down on her, if Ethan Marshall really played with her today, he could find an opportunity to get Oliver Hughes to let him play too.
Bella Woods looked pretty pure and obedient, but today he discovered that her figure was damn good.
Bella sensed a gaze obscured with ill intentions, and as she looked toward Allan Season, his malevolent gaze made her nauseous.
“With an extra spectator, is there still much interest in your show?”
Tim Season finished speaking and pointed to a location halfway up Blue Smoke Mountain: “There’s someone up there who might be quite interested too. Why don’t you all move up there and give that person a show?”
The moment Tim Season said this, the smile on Allan Season’s face vanished, and the surrounding expressions showed fear.
Blue Smoke Mountain is famed for its underground racing, particularly with a tea house halfway up the mountain.
This tea house’s location is quite ingenious, with the noisy underground racing below and the serene, quiet original mountain forest above, a sanctuary of silence amidst the clamor.
And this tea house belongs to Ashton Marshall.
The ‘one’ Tim Season referred to was, of course, Ashton Marshall, the Third Young Master Marshall!
“Brother Season, did you come down because my little uncle…”
“Yes, Third Young Master Marshall sent me down, curious about what thrilling show it is that has such a starred cast he wants you to perform up there.” Tim Season’s expression turned cold.
A moment ago, Oliver Hughes was quite brazen, but now his expression showed panic.
He gave Allan Season a look, instructing him to take someone to free Bella Woods from the handcuffs and ribbons.
But just as they were about to move, Tim Season pointed over: “Don’t move. The person and the bed, move them together. Third Young Master said to give a full-bodied performance!”
As he finished speaking, several black-clad bodyguards stepped forward, lifting Bella Woods with the bed and carrying her toward the tea house halfway up the mountain.
“Young Master Oliver, you are well aware of Third Young Master’s temper.” Tim Season reminded Oliver Hughes, gesturing toward the car on the other side.
“I know.”
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Oliver was somewhat panicked, yet he pretended to remain calm as he walked toward the vehicle.
Sienna Warren, Holly Watson, and Allan Season exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to do amidst the turmoil and the onlookers.
Tim Season glanced at the three of them, then put on his helmet again.
“Bro, what about us…” Allan Season was pushed forward by Sienna Warren to ask.
“Do you think you can perform in front of Third Young Master?” Tim Season threw his helmet at Allan Season: “Oliver Hughes is Ashton Marshall’s nephew, who do you think you are? As long as Bella Woods is still Oliver’s fiancée, you have to respect her, daring to act rudely is courting death.”
Were it not for Allan being his cousin, Tim Season wouldn’t have bothered to say these words.
As young as Oliver Hughes is, Ashton Marshall is his elder, and as Oliver keeps playing more recklessly, his elders will sooner or later teach him a lesson.
Before Ashton Marshall takes action, those close to Oliver, these troublemakers, will be the first to go.
…
Halfway up Blue Smoke Mountain, the tea house.
Bella Woods was carried inside with the bed. The heavy atmosphere of ancient charm in the tea house was saturated with the fragrance of tea, accompanied by the gentle sound of running water, a stark contrast to the raucous underground racing below.
Bella’s position was cleverly chosen, placed in such a way that she could barely see over the semi-transparent screen at the man nonchalantly pouring tea at a rosewood table.
Owing to the screen, Bella could only make out a silhouette.
Like madness, it was the handsome uncle she had been keeping.
“Oliver used you as a wager?” The man’s voice was low, carrying with it an innate air of authority.
Even a calm tone yielded a strong sense of pressure.
Faced with the question, Bella had no idea how to respond.
“Sit up.” Ashton Marshall reminded.
Almost reflexively, Bella propped herself on her hands to sit upright.
As the motion completed, she realized how ludicrous her behavior was.
Not just the act, but the scene itself, felt absurd.
“You have three minutes. Say what you want to say.”
Bella Woods, hearing Ashton Marshall’s words, hesitated for two seconds.
If she understood correctly, Third Young Master’s words implied…
“Third Young Master, are you saying you’re going to take charge of everything I suffered today?”
