Chapter 6

The three brothers of the Carter family all had displeasure written on their faces as they turned to look at Blaire.

Blaire forcibly suppressed her anger and asked in disbelief, "Why are you holding a party in this house?"

Anthony frowned and replied casually, "This house belongs to our family. Is there any problem if we hold a birthday party for Tammy here?"

Brandon's eyes were filled with indifference. "Blaire, this house will never be used in the future anyway. No matter who you choose to marry, we won't be coming home. It's better to make use of it now."

Cameron let out a sneer. "It's actually an honor for this house that we hold Tammy's birthday party here. Why are you feeling wronged?"

Tammy even walked up to Blaire holding a pile of gifts.

"Look, Ms. Presley. This is the custom-made dress Anthony gave me. There's only one in this world. Isn't it beautiful?

"This is the cruise ship Brandon gave me. And this is the manor that Cameron gave me. How about we go visit it sometime?"

She proudly showed them off, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "They've been so good to me. Not only did they give me so many gifts, but they also let me throw a party in this house. Since you're here, let's have fun together."

Blaire was so angry that she could barely keep her composure and shouted, "I've told you many times that I'm not going to marry any of you, and this is not the house for our wedding! You have no right to come in."

"Blaire, you're at it again. It's enough to put on a show once. Can you stop acting?"

"Only three of us in the Carter family are of marriageable age. If it's not one of us, who else could you marry?"

"Since you say it's not us, then call your marriage partner now. Let us see who it is."

While faced with the ridicule of the crowd, the veins on Blaire's forehead throbbed. Just then, her phone rang, and the caller was Matthew.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she spoke with reddened eyes. "Alright! You all want to know who my marriage partner is, right? He is calling now, and I'll tell you who he is."

With that, she turned her phone over and showed the screen to everyone. In an instant, nearly everyone in the villa gathered around her.

But three seconds later, everyone burst out laughing.

"Ms. Presley, aren't you going to show us your marriage partner? Why is your phone screen black?"

"Hahaha, it looks like you can't keep up the act and have messed it up."

Blaire was taken aback and quickly flipped the phone back. She pressed the buttons repeatedly, but it wouldn't turn on. The phone was out of battery.

She hurriedly went to charge her phone, but Anthony blocked her way at this moment. "Enough! Do you still want to embarrass yourself more?"

"I didn't…"

Before she could finish speaking, Brandon coldly interrupted. "Smash this house."

Upon receiving the order, several bodyguards in black stepped forward. Their expressions were cold as they began smashing the furniture and ornaments.

After a series of loud crashes, some onlooking scions became excited and wanted to join in.

"What are you doing? What right do you have to touch this place? Anthony, Brandon, Cameron, stop!" Blaire screamed and rushed over to stop them, but she was held back by bodyguards on both sides.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched everything she had meticulously prepared being ruined in an instant. She was both furious and enraged, consumed by an overwhelming sense of despair.

Cameron scoffed. He wasn't flustered like before when he gazed at her teary, red eyes. "You don't actually think that we'll let you off again this time just because you cry, do you?

"This is the punishment for your lies. Be smart and stop playing hard to get."

Blaire felt extremely despondent as she watched the elegantly and warmly decorated villa being smashed into ruins.

The group of people came and departed just as noisily, leaving her alone in the wrecked villa.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she finally returned home like a wandering soul. After charging her phone and turning it on, she realized that Matthew had called her several times.

Once she regained her composure, she quickly called him back. In the few seconds of waiting for the call to connect, she was extremely nervous.

Matthew and she were from different generations. Although he was only five years older than she was, his status had created an invisible distance and a sense of reverence between them.

They rarely interacted before, so she only had a vague image of him.

The call never went through, and her nervousness gradually eased. But soon, he sent some messages to her.

"I'm in a meeting. It's not convenient to talk."

"I called you earlier to let you know I'm returning tomorrow. The Carter family will hold a banquet for me, and I'll announce our marriage at the banquet."