A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Chapter 242

Chapter 242 Disgusted

Once Yvette was done, she met eyes with her father and asked somewhat helplessly, “Dad… Why did you barge in here?”

Russell was still burning with anger, and his face was flushed a dark shade of red.

If he wasn’t all cured now, he definitely would have had a heart attack right then.

“Why did I barge in? You dare ask me that when you did such a shameless and embarrassing thing? Don’t you feel ashamed? Don’t you have any f*cking sense of shame at all?” he roared.

Russell, who had never cursed before, couldn’t keep his cool anymore.

Yvette didn’t understand why he was so angry. Doesn’t Dad wish for me to get married to Jordan?

I only did this because I like Jordan. Besides, with this, our family would be able to grow stronger and become the second Southall Group.

“I know that it’s not right to do something like this before marriage. But do you have to get so angry? We’re going to get married anyway,” she said in dissatisfaction.

“What did you say?” Russell exclaimed as his eyes widened.

He was so angry that his chest began heaving rapidly as if he wouldn’t be able to get enough air in his lungs if he didn’t do so.

He couldn’t believe that not only was his daughter unrepentant, but she even said that they would be getting married in such a justified tone.

At the sight of this, Clara instantly consoled, “Please calm down, Mr. Actonward. Your body won’t be able to take it.”

As she spoke, she turned to Yvette and said, “Hurry up and get dressed, Ms. Yvette. Kneel and apologize to Mr. Actonward once you’re done. You’ve made a grave mistake. This is just ridiculous!”

Annoyance washed over the latter as she said with a frown, “Ridiculous? How is sleeping with my husband-to-be ridiculous? You’re thinking like an old geezer, Dad! To us youngsters, sleeping with someone we’re going to marry is a normal thing.”

Russell fumed even more at her words.

He took in a few deep breaths before shouting, “Getting married? Have you gone nuts? I don’t care how much alcohol you drank earlier, you must kneel and apologize right this instant! And you! Mason Moore! Is this how you repay me for supporting you financially for your studies and providing you with a house in Jadeborough?”

Having heard that, Yvette said in confusion, “Dad, did Arielle do something and made you catch another disease? What do you mean Mason? This is J-”

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard Mason’s weak voice from beside her, “I’m sorry, Uncle Russell.”

The Moores and the Actonwards were actually distant relatives. The only reason he called Russell “Uncle” was just to sound like they have a close relationship with each other.

However, the way he addressed Russell wasn’t the point. It was his voice.

Upon hearing the familiar voice and recognized that it wasn’t Jordan’s, Yvette’s body stiffened and her head snapped to look at the “Jordan” next to her.

At some point, his handsome face had turned into Mason’s ugly one.

It’s Mason Moore…

How could it be Mason?

Wasn’t I with Jordan the whole time?

How can it be Mason?

Her face turned as white as sheet, and she was at a loss for words.

A disgusted feeling entangled her, and she even thought of ending her own life.

A moment later, she watched as Mason cover up his important parts with the covers before he knelt, facing Russell’s direction. Even though he looked guilty, his tone was firm as he said, “Uncle Russell, Yvette and I… Both our families are just distant relatives so we don’t have to avoid the rule of direct relationships within three generations. My feelings for Yvette are true and I will take responsibility for her. I’ll treat her well for the rest of my life. Please believe me.”