Chapter 8

As soon as Blaire went over, the personal assistant magically took out an exquisite gift box. Upon opening it, a dazzling diamond necklace was revealed.

"Ms. Presley, this is a gift from Mr. Carter as an apology. In order to rush back for the wedding, he finished all the jobs in a week without rest. However, he fell sick as soon as he boarded the plane.

"Out of concern for his health, we finally convinced him to rest for a few more days so that he could be at his best for the wedding. We hope you won't blame him."

Blaire certainly wouldn't blame him, and she shook her head repeatedly. This wedding had come about because she suddenly chose him as her marriage partner.

She was already overjoyed to know that he was willing to marry her. Not to mention, she had learned that he had overworked himself and fallen sick just to make it back for the wedding.

Rather than worrying about whether he could make it back, she was now more concerned about his health. After knowing that he was fine and just needed a few days of rest, she was finally relieved.

Since Matthew was absent, there was no need for her to attend the banquet either. After saying goodbye to the personal assistant, she turned to leave but was suddenly stopped by the three brothers.

"What did you say to Uncle Matthew's personal assistant just now?" Anthony narrowed his eyes slightly as he scrutinized her.

Noticing the gift box in her hand, Brandon instantly figured it out. "You really never change. You can't please Uncle Matthew, so you turn to curry favor with his personal assistant."

"You still haven't apologized to Tammy. Come back with us," Cameron said and tried to grab Blaire's hand, but she swiftly dodged him.

She had no desire to argue further, so she turned around and hurried off in another direction.

…

She was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night when her phone suddenly rang. As soon as she'd hung up one call, another call came in. Annoyed, she checked her phone and realized that they were the friends of the three brothers.

Once she answered the call, the person on the other end snapped. "Blaire, are you still sleeping? Don't you know that Anthony, Brandon, and Cameron crashed during the race and were sent to the hospital?

"How can you still sleep instead of visiting them?"

This afternoon, she had indeed heard that the three brothers had participated in a dangerous race to win Tammy a necklace she wanted. In the end, they crashed and got injured.

But what does this have to do with her?

"I'm not going." She coldly hung up the phone and blocked the numbers of their group of friends, giving them no chance to respond.

In the next few days, she stayed at home, peacefully preparing for her wedding—trying on wedding dresses, trying on wedding rings, and visiting the wedding venue.

When the news reached the three brothers who had just been discharged from the hospital, Anthony immediately texted Blaire.

"Blaire, it seems you don't take our words seriously. I told you that we can marry you and give you the title, but we won't attend the wedding regardless of who you choose.

"Yet, you're still making such a big scene. Aren't you afraid of becoming the laughingstock of the entire city?

"I'll give you one last chance. Go to Northend and buy Tammy's favorite chocolate doughnuts from Sweet Haven. If you can deliver them within 20 minutes, we might consider attending the wedding."

Blaire was at a loss for words when she read the snobbish messages. That bakery's chocolate doughnut required hours of waiting in line. She had no intention of buying them at all.

However, she did have something to talk to the three brothers about. She returned to her room for a moment, and then she came out with three boxes in her hands.

…

As Blaire stepped into the private room, Cameron immediately mocked her. "Just as expected, you're still that shameless flatterer who would rush over because of a little sweet talk."

Many people present were amused by his description and burst into laughter.

Tammy was surrounded by the three brothers in the middle. With a slight smile, she tugged coquettishly at Anthony's suit. "Anthony, I suddenly don't feel like eating chocolate doughnuts anymore. I want to eat the cake from that shop in Westend."

"Did you hear her? Tammy wants to eat the cake. Hurry up and go get it."

Blaire calmly replied while holding the boxes, "I didn't buy the chocolate doughnuts, and I definitely won't get the cake either."

The three brothers frowned and asked in unison, "You didn't buy them? Then why are you here?"

"I came to dispose of the rubbish." With that, she placed the three boxes on the ground.

Then, she picked up the topmost box, walked up to Anthony, and threw it directly at him. "Anthony, you've been very interested in artificial intelligence in recent years.

"In order to understand you better and have more common topics with you, I've gathered a lot of related materials and bought many of the latest developed products.

"From now on, I won't pay attention to anything related to you anymore."

Immediately after, she picked up the middle box, walked up to Brandon, and did the same. "Brandon, you have trouble sleeping and often suffer from insomnia.

"In order to help you get a good night's sleep, I spent three months learning how to make aromatherapy products. All the things in this box are the products of my failed experiments.

"Now, I've mastered the craft of making aromatherapy products, and I've also given up on you."

Lastly, she threw the last remaining box to Cameron. "Cameron, you've loved all kinds of extreme sports since you were a child. Out of concern for your safety, I went everywhere to collect countless lucky charms for you. But from now on, your safety is no longer my concern."

The three heavy boxes landed on each of them. Their minds went blank, and they were unable to process what had just happened.