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Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering

Chapter 122: Marriage Immediately Canceled

Author: Luo Li's Tragic Love
updatedAt: 2026-01-28

CHAPTER 122: CHAPTER 122: MARRIAGE IMMEDIATELY CANCELED

If Benjamin Grant finds out that the kind of seal she made was broken by an old man, wouldn’t she be doomed?

No, he can’t be allowed to know.

...

Outside the Nightingale Family mansion.

Violet Hargrove, like a dead fish, was ruthlessly thrown to the ground.

She felt utterly humiliated. She couldn’t be finished like this; if she fell, Isabelle would have no one to back her up in the future!

Thinking that, she struggled to get up and disappeared into the dark night.

*

The night was deep.

Grant Family mansion.

A member of the staff reported, "Madam, Madam Nightingale is here!"

"Oh?" Lydia smiled, raising an eyebrow. Violet Hargrove, did she come so quickly? Serves her right for being arrogant, she must have been kicked out, right?

Lydia stood up, walking towards the door in her high heels, "What wind blew my dear in-law here?"

"By the way, the club just got another batch of male models, do you want to take a look? I can pick some more for you."

Lydia’s tone was full of sarcasm. Humph, Lydia was ready to turn against the Nightingale Family.

Last time, Isabelle Nightingale had the audacity to fight with her. Lydia would never accept such a woman marrying into the Grant Family. She absolutely hated Isabelle Nightingale and Violet Hargrove.

"What do you mean?" Violet Hargrove asked in disarray.

"Dear in-law, our Benjamin, is the top scholar in the Sovereign Capital. He won’t be with a wanton woman, so the marriage between the Grant Family and the Nightingale Family is canceled."

Isabelle Nightingale, that tramp, is unworthy of marrying into the Grant Family.

"Look at you, so pathetic." Lydia mocked, "Considering we’re sisters, why don’t I find you a patron to keep you."

Lydia guessed that Violet Hargrove must have been kicked out of her home.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so miserable and lack the confidence.

"I am Madam Nightingale. You are not allowed to insult me." Violet Hargrove gritted her teeth, "Getting a man to keep someone, that’s something you would do. You can’t wait to rip off clothes when you see a man."

Lydia maintained her lofty attitude, "As if you haven’t done the same."

Just the same.

Violet Hargrove often secretly cheated on Amos Nightingale.

She frequently hooked up with those old men who had families, what right does she have to flaunt in front of me?

Such a shameless woman, being kicked out is only fitting, she deserves it.

"You..." Violet Hargrove was fuming with anger,

Cursing in her mind: Humph, Lydia, the more you act up, the more I’ll seduce your husband. If Isabelle can’t marry Benjamin... then there’s no choice but to take action herself.

Anyway, she was already kicked out by Amos Nightingale.

If Lydia keeps bullying her, she’ll go and sleep with Lydia’s husband and see how angry that makes her.

She intended to make her so angry she’d nearly die.

If, if she fails, and Isabelle can’t marry Benjamin, then she doesn’t mind letting Isabelle marry Benjamin’s father.

Isabelle is still young, prettier than Lydia, and her body is beautiful. She doesn’t believe she can’t handle that old man.

Thinking of this.

Violet Hargrove wore a victorious, proud smile on her lips: "Lydia, if you know what’s good for you, you’d quickly let Benjamin marry our Isabelle, or else you’ll see..."

Ha, Lydia sneered, "Dream on, the Young Madam of the Grant Group, there’s no way a cheap woman like Isabelle Nightingale will become her. Don’t even think about it."

They had wrongly judged the mother and daughter previously.

"Then we’ll see." Violet Hargrove issued a fierce provocation, then vanished into the dark night.

Only then did Lydia turn back into the Grant mansion, found Benjamin, and said, "Benjamin, cancel the marriage with Isabelle Nightingale immediately..."

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