Chapter 8 Mom, I Want To Marry Her

Faye frowned when she saw Hank's face. "I am Faye Brown, but I am not your fiancée," she told him.

The room fell into an awkward silence after Faye's statement.

Clint didn't expect Faye to run her mouth here. He pulled her aside and warned her, "Faye, if you let your mouth get the best of you again, I'll stop paying your mother's medical fees. Don't you blame me when the time comes. It'll be your fault and no one else's."

Then, Clint smiled. "Mrs. Shaw, Hank, Faye just returned from overseas. Forgive her for being disrespectful."

Sherry frowned. She was not pleased with Faye's casual outfit, but she still politely offered them all seats. "Please, have a seat. We can discuss everything together."

Clint got Faye to sit down before asking Lizzie and Tracy to have a seat.

Tracy couldn't help blushing with shyness as she looked at Hank. She was charmed by his appearance.

"I heard Faye studied design in Yvalia for three years. Hank had a design company there. If Faye is interested, she can help Hank manage the company after they get married," Sherry tried to start a conversation.

"I'm afraid that won't be happening," Faye replied coldly.

Sherry's smile froze after Faye's direct rejection.

Faye relaxed in her chair and smiled. "I'm not interested in managing a company."

Faye had already entrusted her company's management to someone else as it was too tiring.

Sherry smiled awkwardly and said, "It's fine. The Shaw household can afford to support you and your children. Just take care of your children at home if you don't want to work."

"I never agreed to marry him," Faye retorted.

"Faye, try this drink. It's delicious!" Clint quickly intervened. He was worried that Faye might say something inappropriate again.

Faye shrugged.

While grabbing her drink, she noticed Hank staring at her with a sleazy look. Her grip on the glass tightened, but she refrained from reacting.

As Clint and Sherry continued discussing her supposed marriage, Faye zoned out due to boredom.

"You seem to have something against me," Hank remarked while licking his lips.

"No, I'm just really not interested in you," Faye replied.

Hank laughed. "Do you have any idea how many people are lining up to marry me?"

Faye shook her head.

Hank wore a smug expression. "It's not surprising that you don't know. After all, you just returned to Jeorgia. You must be unaware of the significance of my identity."

"I don't really care," Faye said bluntly.

"Faye, it's time you know your place. The opportunity of marrying into the Shaw household is not something you should take for granted," Hank said as he shot Faye a sinister glance.

"Well, I don't want that opportunity."

"How dare you!" Hank's face darkened. He bolted up from his seat. "Don't act so arrogantly! It is an honor for you to have me as your husband."

"You don't have the honor of marrying me, unfortunately." Faye took out a marriage certificate when she said that. "I'm married."

Faye's statement surprised everyone in the room.

They stared at her in collective shock.

Faye waved the marriage certificate in front of them. "See?"

"What is this about?" Sherry could no longer maintain a smile. She slammed her fist on the table and glared at Clint. "Mr. Brown, what is the meaning of all this? How dare you lie to me?"

Clint was so frightened that he almost fell off his chair.

"Mrs. Shaw. No, please. I did not lie. Faye just returned to the country yesterday. There's no way she's married. The marriage certificate must be fake." Then, turning to Faye, he cautioned, "Don't play around anymore, Faye. You are lucky that Mrs. Shaw and Hank like you enough to consider your union. Give me that thing."

Faye laughed. "This is real."

"Faye, even if you don't want to marry Hank, a marriage is not something to be joked about." Tracy couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire.

She felt annoyed after seeing Hank's interest in Faye.

"I know you like Anthon, but he is your brother-in-law. It is impossible for the two of you to be together. Hank, on the other hand, is a brilliant and talented young man. Many girls dream of marrying him. You should understand how lucky you are. If you upset Hank, our family will be in deep trouble."

Tracy continued after a pause. "Even if we don't mean anything to you now, consider your sick mother. If she knows you're causing trouble, she won't rest in peace …"

Faye got up and slapped Tracy. "Who are you cursing now?" She glared. Her expression dark and menacing.

Tracy felt a shiver down her spine. She didn't dare move.

Faye kept her marriage certificate and gave Clint a cold stare. "Stop using my mother to threaten me. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to be ruthless."

After saying this, Faye left.

Sherry was furious and upset as she watched Faye walk away.

Hank, however, licked his lips and smiled wryly. "She's feisty. I like her."

Sherry was taken aback, "Hank, what did you just say?"

"Mom, she's the one for me," Hank declared as he stood up. He straightened his suit. "She's way more interesting than the women who throw themselves at me. I want to marry her."

Sherry was outraged. She took out her frustration on the Brown family after seeing her son leave after Faye. "Mr. Brown, Mrs. Brown, you heard my son. I want Faye to marry him within a month."

Then, she continued in a haughty tone, "As of her present marriage, I expect you to promptly resolve this matter, regardless of whether or not it's true."

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"I'm coming down now, babe."

Faye called her best friend as she walked out of the elevator.

"Okay. I'm heading to the entrance now." Lucy stepped on the accelerator immediately.

"Faye …" Hank's voice and footsteps echoed as he followed her out of the restaurant.

Faye didn't look back and quickly got into the car. She closed the door. "Drive! Now!"

"Let's go!" Lucy whooped.

The car sped away, leaving nothing but smoke in its wake.

Hank was unable to catch up with Faye. Instead, all he got was a faceful of smoke. Still, he refused to give up.

He smirked. "What a headstrong woman. I will soon make you beg for me in bed while crying!" he vowed.

"Who do you want to make beg for you in bed while crying?"

Hank froze when he heard the wicked and dangerous voice behind him. He turned, only to see a tall and imposing man.

The man had sharp eyebrows, slender eyes, and a prominent nose. His enchanting grin spelled danger.

"Uncle?"