Chapter 21 The Rules
The entire Wilkinson family had shocked expressions on their faces.
Who could have expected that the son of the richest man in the city would be so subservient to a delivery guy?
Barton forced a smile and said, “Mr. Dorsey, what are you doing? Someone like him doesn’t deserve a place at our table.”
Harry wished to smash Barton’s head right now.
Killing the leader of the Dark Dragon Gang was as easy as trampling an ant to Konnor. Of course, Harry would be afraid of him.
As rich as Harry was, he only had one life to be taken.
“If Konnor didn’t deserve a place at your table, I’d be less deserving!” Harry spoke up.
His words left everyone in the Wilkinson family dumbfounded.
Harry pulled out a chair and assumed a humble posture.
“Konnor, please have a seat.”
Konnor ignored the stares of the Wilkinson family and took a seat before turning to Maryjane. “Sit down, Maryjane. You’re pregnant. Don’t stand for too long.”
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Maryjane stared at Konnor, looking shocked.
She couldn’t help but wonder what Konnor had done to make the arrogant and overbearing Harry so obedient.
Konnor picked up a fork and offered some food to Maryjane. “Try this!”
The place was filled with a weird atmosphere.
Only the sound of Konnor eating could be heard.
After exchanging glances with Barton, Chris said, “Mr. Dorsey, would you mind joining me for a moment? I have a surprise for you.”
Harry looked at Konnor for guidance. Konnor said while continuing to feed food to Maryjane, “Why are you looking at me? Go ahead.”
Harry followed Chris to the bathroom.
“Mr. Dorsey, why are you so afraid of him?” Chris asked out of curiosity.
Harry was too proud to admit the truth, so he lied, “I’m not afraid of him. I just don’t want to get into a pointless fight with someone who only has muscles but no brain.”
Chris looked enlightened. So Harry just didn’t want Konnor to resort to violence.
“Why did you call me here? If there’s nothing, I’ll leave now. Don’t invite me over again when Konnor is around!” Harry snapped.
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Chris hurriedly apologized, “Mr. Dorsey, be patient. I drugged Maryjane’s drink. Once she faints, feel free to enjoy her. Consider it an apology from our family.”
Harry’s eyelids twitched. “Is this your surprise?”
“Yes,” Chris responded with a grin, expecting praise.
“Fuck! Do you want to get me killed?” Harry punched Chris
in the face and stormed out of the bathroom.
Maryjane was about to take a sip from her glass when Harry walked out.
Harry rushed over to warn her, “Don’t drink that! The drink has been tampered with!”
Maryjane was frozen.
Konnor set down his fork and turned his head toward Harry, his gaze piercing. With a start, Harry pointed at Chris and said, “It’s him! He tried to drug Maryjane!”
Chris was covering his still–bleeding nose.
In the corner of his eye, Konnor noticed Maryjane angrily standing up and splashing the drink on Chris‘ face.
Smack!
It was a crisp and resounding slap.
Maryjane’s hand landed firmly on Chris‘ face.
“Asshole!”
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Maryjane slammed her glass onto the table and glanced at the Wilkinson family members, a disappointed look on her face.
Taking Konnor’s hand, Maryjane said, “Let’s go.”
The couple left the house and got in the car.
Maryjane sat weakly in the front passenger seat.
How could her family do that to her? Maryjane gave a bitter smile, feeling sad for herself.
After a while, Maryjane looked at Konnor and asked, “Aren’t you going to explain?”
“Explain what?” Konnor started the car.
“Harry is a spoiled rich man. Why is he so afraid of you?”
Konnor pressed the accelerator, and the car sped away. “Some people just need to be taught a lesson. Once you give them a good beating, they’ll behave.”
Maryjane leaned her head against the car window.
There was silence for a long while.
“Do you regret it?” Maryjane broke the silence.
Konnor was holding the steering wheel with one hand and resting the other on the window.
“Regret what?”
“Regret marrying me. You know what my family is like. With
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your background, it’s almost impossible for you to fit into my family. You have no money or influence, so they may not even allow you to sit at the dining table with them.” Maryjane felt a bit of regret about rushing into marriage with a delivery guy.
After all, they were from two different social classes.
Konnor glanced at his phone.
He had a new message from Krista.
“I’m here,” it read.
With a wry smile, Konnor stuffed his phone into his pocket. “Your family is okay. They will bow to anyone with money. That isn’t a big deal. In our family, it’s different. We have more rules than your family, and those rules won’t be bent for money. I hope you can handle it.”
“What kind of rules can an average family like yours have? Do they forbid women from eating at the table?” Maryjane couldn’t fathom what kind of rules Konnor’s family could have.
Konnor said, “My big sister is coming to visit us. Don’t say anything out of turn. Let me handle her. In our family, there are plenty of shitty rules, and she has a bad temper.”
Maryjane snorted, “How bad can it be?”
“You’ll find out soon,” Konnor said.
They arrived at the front door of Konnor’s home.
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Konnor hesitated while holding the keys.
Maryjane noticed his nervousness and gave him a contemptuous look.
She reached for the keys and opened the door.
Then, they stepped inside.
A woman in her thirties was sitting at the coffee table in the living room. She had radiant skin and a graceful figure, and her hair was elegantly coiled.
She was beautiful enough to dazzle without makeup.
The woman might not be as pretty as Maryjane, but there was an imposing aura about her that Maryjane couldn’t compete with.
She was wearing a dotted blouse and shorts.
It was casual attire that might be seen on middle–aged women in the countryside.
She had a cigarette in her mouth.
Her demeanor was languid.
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While Maryjane was stupefied, Konnor’s face lit up with a smile. “Krista, you’re here! I’ve missed you!”
Konnor enthusiastically ran up to Krista, attempting a big hug.
But Krista lifted her foot and pushed against his chest.
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Her tone was cold.
“Don’t get too close. Kneel!”
Konnor grinned. “Krista, you must be hungry after the journey. Let me order some food for you.”
Krista ignored his words and demanded again, “Kneel!”
Konnor reluctantly got down on his knees.
He sniffled timidly, “Krista…”
Krista turned to Maryjane. “You, too, kneel.”
Maryjane was surprised by the demand and frowned, wondering what kind of family would follow such feudal rules.
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Krista took a drag of her cigarette, he turning icy.
Apparently, Krista was about to lose her temper.
“Krista, she’s pregnant,” Konnor hastily explained.
Krista furrowed her brow, raised her hand, and said to Maryjane, “Come here.”
Konnor gave Maryjane a subtle nod.
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Maryjane approached as she was told to, and Krista examined her carefully.
After a few seconds.
Krista suddenly delivered a kick straight into Konnor’s
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chest.
Konnor was sent sliding backward about four or five meters, crashing into a shoe cabinet with a loud thud.
Maryjane was startled.
She wondered what on earth was happening.
Was that another antiquated rule passed down from their family?
Krista put out her cigarette.
Krista opened a window to let the smoke out.
“After a few years abroad, you’ve learned quite a few bad habits.”
With that, Krista retook her seat at the coffee table and picked up a glass.
With a delicate pinch, the glass shattered into tiny shards.
Krista’s fair hand, however, remained unscathed.
Maryjane was left in awe.
If Maryjane hadn’t seen it with her eyes, she would have thought such a surreal thing could only happen in movies.
Krista tossed the glass shards onto the floor and gazed at Konnor, repeating, “Kneel!”
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