The Peremptory Casey Davies

Chapter 16 The Master of TY Manor

Nyla was about to walk towards Aryan. She had a smile on her face; she was secretly excited but kept

her cool. She wanted to show her best to her future husband.

Everyone in the garden was watching Nyla. These women were full of envy, and they secretly hated

that the people of TY Manor did not choose them instead.

Just as everyone thought that the master of TY Manor was going to call on Nyla, Aryan called out

Edith's name.

Everyone was taken by surprise, and immediately began to look around for Edith.

"The master of TY Manor picked Edith? Wasn’t it Nyla?"

"Yeah, how could it be Edith? Isn't she already married?"

"How could this be? It’s not Nyla? A few days ago, everyone said it would be Nyla. I even gave her a lot

of gifts to get on her good side. Now it’s all for nothing."

"Me too. When I heard that it was going to be Nyla, I immediately went over to suck up to her. I can’t

believe it’s not her. What a waste of my efforts."

...

Nyla had already taken a step out. Just now, she was still pondering what kind of pace she should take

to highlight her dignity.

But her foot did not even touch the ground yet when Aryan called out Edith's name. This made her

freeze in place, and that foot remained in the air for a long time.

She felt her face turn red hot, and embarrassment rushed all over her body.

"How... How could it be that slut Edith! The master of TY Manor should pick me!"

Nyla still couldn't believe it, and resentment towards Edith swelled up in her heart.

Albie, who stood next to Nyla, also had a puzzled look. He looked at Aryan and asked loudly, "Is there

a mistake? The person your master wants to see should be Nyla, no?"

Aryan glanced at Albie and Nyla, and said loudly, "No mistake; the master will receive Miss Edith. As

for Nyla, the master never mentioned her."

Aryan's words caused an uproar, and it made Nyla even more embarrassed. Now she wanted to find a

crack in the wall to hide inside.

"Edith, you bitch, what drugs did you use to make the master of TY Manor choose you?" Nyla gritted

her teeth; she firmly believed that Edith used some demeaning methods to steal her opportunity.

Edith stood in place with a look of ignorance; she had not yet processed what just happened. She

didn't expect that the master of TY Manor was going to pick her.

Those who once mocked her were regretting their actions right now, and they all wished they could

slap themselves.

It didn’t matter why the owner of the TY Manor chose Edith; she now had ties to the master of TY

Manor. It would be difficult for them to ask Edith for favors in the future.

Francis always thought that the master of TY Manor would pick Nyla. After he heard Aryan call out

Edith's name, even he was a little surprised.

No matter; whoever the master chose, that person would be a member of his family, so he was not as

surprised as the rest.

Besides, he thought that Casey was useless. Edith was wrong to have married Casey. He opposed the

marriage before, but in the end, he didn't blame his wife.

Now if the master of TY Manor could accept that Edith had married, he hoped that Edith will leave

Casey and maintain a good relationship with the owner of the TY Manor.

"Well, Edith, don't just stand there. The master of TY Manor wants to see you, so hurry up." Francis

said.

Edith returned to her senses.

Aryan looked on Edith with respect, and gestured an invitation, "Miss Edith, please come with us."

Edith took a deep breath and followed Aryan nervously.

The crowd around her was envious. Of course they were jealous. In their opinion, Edith, a married

woman, was not worthy to be selected by the master of TY Manor.

"What a shameless woman, she’s already married, and yet she still dared to seduce the master of TY

Manor."

"Looks like Casey really is good for nothing. His wife is going to cuckold him, so he won’t even show

his face."

...

Under the guidance of Aryan and others, Edith soon walked into the villa. A magnificent, dazzling castle

appeared before them.

Aryan led Edith along a small, quiet path. Both sides of the path were covered with Carola roses, and

the fragrance of flowers filled the air.

In the distance, Edith saw the castle that was surrounded by flowers; it was a sight to behold.

She heard the news that the roses in J City had all been bought out over the past few days; now she

was certain it was done by the master of TY Manor.

Yet she still didn't know why the master of TY Manor invited her.

Soon, Edith arrived before the castle gates, and Aryan and the others stopped.

"Miss, our master is inside, please enter." Aryan said with a smile.

Edith nodded, then nervously walked into the castle.

As soon as she entered, Edith saw a bed of roses spread in a heart shape on the ground, and the

castle walls were also decorated with bouquets in various shapes.

She saw a tall man in a suit standing in the middle of the castle, with his back towards her.

Was he the master of TY Manor? Why did he look vaguely familiar?

She continued to walk, and her eyes landed on the wall that was directly opposite of her.

The wall was full of roses of different sizes and different shapes. From the way they were positioned,

the roses looked like an image of Edith!

Though she was already married, Edith was still deeply touched when she saw this.

The master of TY Manor was way too romantic. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Oh, what am I thinking, I’m married; even if the master of TY Manor has feelings for me, I cannot do

something immoral.

Edith calmed herself down and walked towards the man with his back to her.

Edith stopped a few meters away from him, took a deep breath, and said, "Hello..."

The figure immediately turned around, with a gentle smile on his face, and looked at Edith.

"Wife, you’re here." Casey said.

Edith was stunned for a moment. Looking at Casey's smile, she felt as if she was dreaming.

"Casey…? Why are you here?"

"Have you forgotten? Today is our wedding anniversary. I prepared these especially for you."

With that said, Casey took out a necklace from his clothes; it was the Heart of Venus, worth over 45

million!