Love Is Fair by Kerri
Chapter 48

Chapter 048 Bullied by Your Ex-Wife! Seeing that Hailey stopped, Matthew thought that there was a chance and happily followed her. In the end, he was greeted with a cold and frosty face. "Are you sick?" "Huh?" Matthew felt as if he had been hit in the back of his head.

"You are already an adult, so why are you so childish? Do you think you are a

junior high school student? Also, why would I agree to be with a playboy like you for the sake of angering Owen? Do I have nothing to do? If you want to play, there are plenty of women to play with you, but I don't have time. I don't want to play with you either. Do you hear me?" Hailey looked at him as if she was looking at an idiot. She scolded Matthew as if she was a teacher scolding a high school student. Matthew was in a mess for a long time in the wind. When Hailey was done

scolding, he bowed and said, "Yes, teacher." His respectful appearance made the assistant and bodyguards behind him

unable to hold themselves back and almost laughed out loud. Hailey then let him off the hook.

Matthew secretly sent a message to Owen, "I was bullied by your ex-wife!"

Owen: ?

Matthew: I wanted her to date me to make you angry. In the end, she said that I

am childish and scolded me!

Owen: ...

Matthew: I haven't met a woman with such integrity and character in a long, long time. I replace that I like her even more! I have decided to officially pursue her!

Owen stared at the long line of words. His eyes were dark, and he gave off a cold aura. He turned off the phone screen and looked out of the window. His mind was

filled with what Ryker said to him. If what he said was true, then three years ago, Mr. and Mrs. Newmans died on

the way to North City to propose marriage. Soon after, Hailey appeared beside

him and married him. Could it be that he really was the person that Hailey had been secretly in love with for ten years?

But when had he ever crossed paths with Hailey ten years ago?

Ten years ago... Owen closed his eyes and thought for a while. He really couldn't replace any memories. He opened his eyes and ordered in a deep voice, "Jose, go investigate the cause of the death of Mr. and Mrs. Newmans. Also, list out all the trajectories of my schedule from ten years ago. I want to take a look."

"Okay."

Jose agreed and asked, "Mr. Moore, are we going back to North City now? Aren't we going to stay in Poya for a few more days?" "No, let's go back." Owen was in a bad mood. He would rather check it out by himself than ask Hailey for an answer. As for the horse track business, she also made it clear that she didn't want to cooperate with him. Why did he have to insist on going then?" He smiled bitterly and shook his head. After living for half his life, this was the

first time he had been so thoroughly rejected by someone.

Hailey and Matthew visited the large horse farm and were quite satisfied with

this piece of land. "According to the current progress, it should be eompleted at the end of the month. I can also bring in the batch of horses. When the time comes, pick one and I will keep it for you." After resting in the small pavilion for a while, Matthew took the water handed

over by his assistant and gave Hailey a bottle. "Okay, thank you." Hailey took it. "It's rare to hear thank you' from you." "As long as you don't say those irrelevant words, I will naturally be polite to you.

I am very civilized." Hailey then unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank the water.

Her neck was slightly raised. Her already beautiful swan neck was even more

clear at this moment. There was no tattoo on her neck. Matthew felt that it was really a feast for the eyes.

"It's almost noon. Are you hungry? I'll treat you to a meal." Hailey finished the rest of the water and said, "I'll treat you." Since he wanted to give her a horse, she naturally had to repay him. As the host, Hailey took Matthew to a very famous restaurant in the area. It was

an Italian restaurant. It was exactly twelve o'clock when they arrived. The queue outside was long, waiting to call the number. "Business is good. I wanted to come to this restaurant a long time ago, but I heard that they don't accept an appointment. They also have limited seats every day. The gimmick is quite good. I don't know how it tastes." Matthew sighed a little. As Hailey walked in, the manager was greeting the

guests. When he saw that Hailey, he ran over. "You are here!" "Yes," Hailey said lightly. "I brought a friend over for a meal and let Chef Clayton prepare some dishes." "Yes. The private room upstairs has been cleaned up for you. This way, please."

The manager respectfully invited Hailey upstairs.

Matthew followed Hailey up and asked, "Is this also Crystaldale's property?" "It doesn't count." Hailey said, "I opened it myself." Matthew was a little surprised. As a foodie, he had opened many restaurants, but the food and beverage industry was not easy. It was rare to see such a prosperous restaurant. “But as far as I know, this restaurant has five or six years of history." "Yes." Hailey led him into the private room and said to him, "This restaurant was

opened when I was eighteen years old. First, for me to eat, second, to earn money." Matthew raised his eyebrows. "You are First Young Lady of the Newmans. You

lack money?" "I have been working for money since I was three years old. My parents are very

stingy. They don't want to give me pocket money. I can only earn by myself." Hailey was as familiar with the private room as she was in her own home. She washed her hands and sat at the table while preparing tea. Her posture was very practiced. She asked in a simple and elegant tone, "Milk in your tea?" Matthew admired her as he said, "Yes, please."

During the meal, Hailey and Matthew talked about the operation plan of the horse track. There was a slight difference. Matthew advocated aristocratic culture, and Hailey advocated civilian culture.

"I know what you mean. You want to expand the scope of customers so that more people can participate in it. But have you ever considered that with the

current economic development level of Poya, there are only a small number of people who can have the money to learn horsemanship. To put it bluntly,

horsemanship is still a noble sport and it costs a lot of money. We have to consider the investment and benefits of raising a horse. Doing business is not doing charity." Matthew looked frivol bus, but when it came to business, he had a proper

attitude and his own views.

Hailey took a sip of tea and said calmly, "Charity is for fame and business is for profit. In essence, I am a businessman. Of course, I have to start from interest."

She handed a folder to Matthew, "This is the average spending level of the cities in North City, Poya, and Belindao. North City is the highest, and the difference between rich and poor is also the greatest. Belindao is second, while Poya is the lowest per capita in these three cities, but the rate of growth is the fastest. The northern Suburbs is very special. Because it is located at the intersection of North City, Poya and Belindao, it needs to consider the consumption level of the three big cities."

As Hailey spoke, Matthew flipped through the information. The information was very detailed, and it was clear at a glance. "Horsemanship is indeed an aristocratic sport. The threshold is high and small, but now with the improvement of living standards, especially when our

generation became parents, more and more parents placed the focus of their family on nurturing their children. From a young age, they let their children learn how to ride horses. It was the same as learning vocal music and foreign languages. Rather than saying that aristocratic sports were ordinary, it was

better to say that aristocratic sports are getting more popular among chilren." Hailey said, "In such a large place like the northern Suburbs, it would be a pity to only be a private racecourse. If it was an open racecourse, everyone would be free and everyone would be equal. Anyone could come and play, making the project diversified, including children's playground, library, hot spring, barbecue, leisure, and party. Wouldn't it be good to let the common people spend the cheapest price to have a high experience and keep the private racecourse?" Matthew listened to her reasonable words and she obviously did her homework. He was surprised indeed. He clicked his tongue. "Your appetite is not ordinary. You want to earn the money of the poor and the rich into your own pocket."

"You mean, our pocket." Hailey smiled.