Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 310: Grandma shames Dickson.
Dickson clenched his jaw and his hands, inside, he struggled with the desire to wrap his hands around Phoebe’s neck and squeeze it until she dropped to the floor, lifeless. What right did she have to run her mouth off in front of him acting like she was all that when she was nothing more than a sewer rat that got lucky because she was born with Mayfair blood?
She was lucky that a man like him was interested in her, she was hardly his type. At least Ruth had been drop dead gorgeous, charming and tall with big breasts that he liked. Phoebe was short and average with a big attitude which did not match her size.
But still, she was a challenge, and he loved that, easy things didn’t interest him. She had even managed to catch David’s attention so that made him want her all the more.
He raised his hands in surrender. "You do not need to be crass; I am not a player like David, I would never date two women at the same time.
Like I said, Ruth Gabriel was a passing fancy, she was fake, a liar and manipulator. When I found out who and what she truly was i cut off all ties with her. However, I had lost interest for her a long time ago my darling."
"Stop calling me that!" Phoebe barked; her body flinched each time he said the word.
A pronounced sigh came through grandma Mayfair’s lips, she had browsed through her memories and not once had Dickson professed his love for Ruth publicly. But still he followed her around for years like a lovesick dog, his actions spoke louder than his words she was no fool and could tell that Dickson wasn’t being truthful. Since Ruth was out of the picture, he was after Phoebe.
"Well, whatever the case maybe, you dodged a bullet by getting rid of your feelings for Ruth. Good thing is that the Sunflower ball is around the corner, hundreds of young beautiful single women will be in attendance, hopefully you will find a nice girl to marry. You are past the age of chasing skirts Dickson" Grandma Mayfair cheered him on.
"Oh, there is no need for that I already found her." Dickson winked at Phoebe leaving her more disgusted than speechless.
She scoffed and walked to her office without looking back, but it was not before instructing Sylvester to stick a bad luck talisman on Dickson’s back. She wanted him to encounter as many disasters as possible.
"Granny here." Dickson stretched his hands respectfully, the auction tickets lay in the palm of his hands, displayed for all to see especially the female customers that were part of the commoner’s population.
For many women, going to such an auction was a dream come true for them. First because the tickets cost an arm and a leg, so they were a means of showing off and secondly because you had to be a member of the founding families, vastly wealthy or a prominent figure in society to attend.
For those looking to score a rich husband, the auction was a safer bet in comparison to the balls which commoners hardly got a chance to attend.
"Thank you for the generous offer, dear however we already received our invitations to the auction, we didn’t even have to buy them like you had to." Said grandma Mayfair very loudly, deliberately. "Also, watch your language when you talk to my granddaughter, she is not your darling, she is David’s darling. Do not do things that might cause people to misunderstand my granddaughter and besmirch her flawless character."
If she was going to stop Dickson’s hideous plans of pursuing Phoebe then she had to do it as soon as possible. She was also resolved to have a conversation with her friend Prudence about this new development. Dickson was like a pest; he did not understand the word ’no’ when he was pursuing a woman.
If this continued, not only would he damage Phoebe’s reputation, but he might endanger her.
Shock etched on Dickson’s face, not because old lady Mayfair had rejected his thoughtful gift but because he heard a hint of mockery in her voice. Was she indicating that he wasn’t good enough for Phoebe because he didn’t match the Mayfair status?
It also seemed like she was resolved to see to it that Phoebe did not get involved with him, going so far as to declare her as David’s woman as if he had received approval from the Mayfair’s.
It seemed like the old woman had already picked David’s side. This was a big problem that was going to hinder his plans of marrying Phoebe since grandma Mayfair made the final decision on all marriages in the Mayfair family.
It was time to come up with a different plan, for now he would gracefully back off to avoid further embarrassment.
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"That’s too bad, you can give them out to any lucky and loyal customers. It will boost sells i believe." He wore a defiant grin, one that told Grandma Mayfair that he wasn’t giving up easily, he bowed respectfully and left the cafe.
His face grew cold the moment the door shut behind him.
He spat on the ground, in front of the entrance to the cafe. "That foolish old hag, how dare she imply that i am a low born Saxon just because my family wasn’t invited to the auction and had to buy tickets." Dickson scoffed. "By the time i am done with all of all this, you will be begging for scraps on the street."
His hands slid slowly to his sides, his fingers clenched on the edges of the trench coat. He pushed the fabric back, revealing his expensive custom tailored suit.
He raised his foot to walk and it slid, throwing him off balance and he fell down to the ground, landing on his buttocks.
Curse words exploded from his mouth as the pain from the scratches on his hands irritated him. As he started to stand up, he heard the sound of something being ripped, it turned out to be his pants.
"What the fuck!" he exclaimed.
He checked and indeed, he felt a hole in the back of his very expensive trouser.
"Shit!. what a bloody shitty day." he muttered.
He took another step and once again, he slid, falling to the ground again. When he looked down, he saw a banana peel that was out of place on the very clean side walk.
A call from the Halstead came to his phone causing him to cuss. He deliberated on what to do, today was the day to sign the deal with Halstead investments but Phoebe’s warning kept ringing at the back of his mind.
She was not a fake because she even knew that D. C Pharma was his and also about Halstead, on top of that bad things were happening to him suddenly which lent volume to her prediction.
He was still sitting on the ground, a taxi swept by at incredible speed, passing over a small puddle of water that had pulled together as a result of the light rain the previous night.
The water splashed on Dickson with the force of a water being pumped at an incredible speed and strength. The force was equal to that of a slap.
Dickson wiped his face and groaned, he picked the call while he was still burning hot with anger.
"I have changed my mind, you imbeciles will ruin my business." He rudely spoke before hanging up the call abruptly.
