Chapter 192 The Bigger the Scene, the Better
If he didn't care about her, why would he fear other people's threats?
"You are the heir of Fitzgerald's Group. How can you allow yourself to have weaknesses?" Owen's voice was heavy, and he forcefully tapped his cane on the ground.
Owen took a few deep breaths and looked deeply at Darian, "I'll ask you one last time, you..."
Before Owen could finish his question.
"Don't ask," Darian's voice was icy and firm, "My answer remains the same."
His eyes were fixed on Owen.
"I won't marry her, so stop wasting your efforts."
'Remains the same!'
'What a resolute answer.'
Owen tightened his grip on his cane, glaring at his own grandson with immense anger, raising his cane in the air.
About to strike.
Darian didn't dodge or flinch, not even blinking.
"You!" Owen held the cane in his hand, veins pulsating on his forehead. The cane paused in mid-air, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to strike.
He laughed in fury, "All right then, I'll tell you today, I am your grandfather. I have already made this matter public, and there's no room for negotiation..."
"You can proceed as planned, but I won't attend. Think about whose face will be lost on that day. It's up to you."
After saying that, Darian walked out with a chilling aura.
Hayden approached him head-on, "Darian."
"Hmm."
The voice had just fallen when a cane flew out of the conference room. "Darian, there's no discussion about this," Owen said.
"Darn it," Hayden quickly dodged and looked at the cane on the ground. He tilted his head and saw Owen, who was clearly angry.
Hayden blinked, sensing trouble, and hurriedly said, "Grandpa Owen, please calm down. I'll go after him right away."
After saying that, Hayden quickly chased after Darian. He pushed open the office door and stuck his head in. "Darian? I'm coming in."
The atmosphere in the office was heavy. Darian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, and even from a distance, Hayden could feel the anger radiating from him.
As for why Darian was arguing with Owen, Hayden could easily guess.
It was all because of the incident online.
Ophelia had done something so malicious that it was already good of Darian not to send her to jail.
How could he possibly marry her?
Hayden walked over, took out two glasses, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Darian while holding the other. His usually casual tone became a bit more serious. "Darian, why do you have to get angry with Grandpa Owen? Don't you know his temper?"
Darian drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.
The originally annoyed mood was further aggravated by this incident.
"Is there any way to make him change his decision?" Darian suddenly asked, causing Hayden to pause for a moment.
"Well..." Hayden looked serious and contemplative.
"This... um, this..." Hayden glanced at Darian and stroked his chin. "This..."
Darian watched as Hayden's expression changed from serious to furrowed brows and then to gritted teeth. He went on and on without saying anything meaningful.
Darian gave up asking him this question.
"Where are you going, Darian?" Hayden asked, setting down his glass as Darian turned to leave.
"The hospital."
...
Ophelia finally discovered that Cecily was the one who booked the banquet hall for that event.
"Cecily! Why is it her again? She's deliberately going against me," Ophelia said angrily, smashing her phone. "Why would a small birthday banquet need such a high-profile venue? That bitch."
Ophelia clenched her teeth angrily.
Tabitha sat next to Ophelia, carefully considering the situation before speaking, "Ophelia, why don't we just give her the banquet hall? It's just a banquet hall, and it's not suitable for you to conflict with her again at this point."
Darian was still angry. If Ophelia went to confront Cecily again, she would just make Darian grow even angrier.
"Why should I give in? It was clearly me who saw it first, and what I set my sights on belongs to me. She wants to compete with me, and not only that, it's her. I refuse to give in," Ophelia gritted her teeth.
Tabitha furrowed her brow, "Then what do you plan to do? If you continue to conflict with her, Darian will probably be even angrier. It's just a banquet hall. It's not worth the trouble."
Ophelia pondered for a moment, her eyes flashed, and she suddenly chuckled, "No, actually, Mom, I have an idea."
"What idea?"
"Instead of directly making her give up the banquet hall, I would rather have her show up at the banquet hall on the day and embarrass herself. Mom, have Dad contact the hotel owner and make sure he frees up the banquet hall for me. But don't notify Cecily. Not only do I want her to witness me marrying Darian, but I also want her to see me taking over the banquet hall she had booked while she invited a bunch of guests but has no banquet hall available. It will be so embarrassing."
"Will this work?" Tabitha hesitated.
"Of course it will. We'll just say there was a system error. Isn't that normal? Who would care about that at that time? All they will see is Cecily embarrassed," Ophelia's eyes filled with a malicious expression.
After careful consideration, Tabitha also agreed with Ophelia's plan, "All right, I'll tell your father and have him arrange it."
"Okay."
"By the way, is Elysia still at the police station?"
"I almost forgot about her," Ophelia suddenly realized.
At that time, she had her hands full trying to protect herself, and she didn't have time to take care of Elysia.
However, Elysia surprisingly didn't cause any trouble. She hadn't revealed what she had done.
"Why are you mentioning her? What do you have in mind?" Ophelia asked.
"It's nothing special. I just don't want Cecily to live comfortably. Elysia is going to jail, and she wants to throw a birthday party. Will the Watson Family be happy about that?"
"You're right. I didn't think of that. Let's get some people from the Watson Family to make trouble at Cecily's place. The bigger the scene, the better."
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