CHAPTER 72: CHAPTER 72: AN EXQUISITELY HANDSOME MAN

Sylvia Lane felt a glimmer of happiness in her heart.

Since someone from the Fairchild Family came last time, the two families hadn’t had any contact. She had been smug about ruining the arrangement before, but now she deeply regretted it. She had caused the Fairchild Family to be disappointed in Maeve Lane, inadvertently helping Maeve!

Fortunately, the call has come now!

"Dad, it’s a call from Old Master Fairchild! I’ll bring it over to you." Sylvia Lane picked up the landline and handed the receiver to Anson Lane.

Anson Lane straightened up immediately upon hearing this. The Fairchild Family was akin to the God of Wealth; his future prosperity depended on whether the Fairchild Family would offer him an opportunity.

"Dear in-law!" Anson Lane began with a sycophantic tone, "Are you calling to confirm the engagement? I just spoke with Zoe, and she is very willing to marry into your family. She was young and naive before, but we’ve already given her a good lesson afterward..."

"Hmph!" A cold snort came through the receiver, hitting Anson Lane’s ears directly, "Does the Lane Family truly think that anyone can enter the Fairchild Family?!"

The man’s eager smile instantly froze, "Dear in-law, what do you mean by this?"

"We, the Fairchild Family, are canceling the engagement with Maeve Lane. I absolutely will not allow such a woman to enter our family!" Old Master Fairchild said, leaning on his cane, his voice thundering. "If you still want this marriage to proceed, then send your younger daughter over!"

Anson Lane broke out in a cold sweat, his body stiffening. He had already prepared for the worst, but didn’t expect that Old Master Fairchild would still be willing to give the Lane Family a chance. His heart burst with joy, and he hurriedly agreed, "Marry her, marry her, our Sylvia is much better than Zoe, she’s gentle and obedient, there’s no mistake in choosing her as a granddaughter-in-law!"

Sylvia Lane widened her eyes in disbelief and murmured, "I... how could it be me... I’ve been trying for over ten years without success, how did it become me this time..."

Her face turned pale, and she bit her lip almost to the point of bleeding, clutching her blanket tightly, "Dad, I..."

"What do you mean, you, quickly go and greet your grandfather! Didn’t you call him quite smoothly before?" Anson Lane was displeased with Sylvia Lane’s reaction and urged, "After you marry over, make sure to serve the Second Young Master Fairchild well, understand?"

Sylvia Lane could no longer maintain her hypocritical smile and burst into tears, "I don’t want to marry, I don’t want to marry..."

"Shut up!" Anson Lane hurriedly covered the receiver, fearing that the sound would travel over and offend Old Master Fairchild. "Go back to your room now unless I call you, you are not allowed to come out!"

He then obsequiously spoke into the phone, "Old Master Fairchild, our Sylvia is just a bit young, we can wait until she’s a bit older for the engagement... What do you think?"

"Hmm." Old Master Fairchild gave a slight "hmm" and decisively hung up the phone.

Whenever Sylvia Lane thought about marrying such a person, she couldn’t help but cry! She had just met her true love, how could she just marry like this—her happiness was entirely ruined!

She needed to persuade Maeve!

She wanted Maeve to marry for her! To suffer in her place!

"Yes, yes..." Sylvia Lane rose somewhat neurotically, muttering to herself but after a few steps, she was overcome with anger, fainting!

...

"Is anyone here! Delivering the school newspaper!"

The Aurelia University school newspaper would periodically be delivered to dormitories, and if no one was present, they would be wedged in door gaps or handles.

The student delivering the newspaper knocked several times and was about to leave when the door opened. A stunningly handsome man stepped out, his voice deep and powerful—

"Is there entertainment news?"