Chapter 566: Never Seen Soone as Shaless as You
After bidding them goodbye, Xandra Mackenzie walked along the corridor towards her room.
“Xandra is very adorable. Professor Mackenzie and his wife adore her,” Ann Nolan said. “The young girl is also very good at her studies.”
“Does she know she was adopted?”
“Yes, she grew up in an orphanage until she was five years old,” Ann Nolan sighed, “but everything is fine now. Xandra is very sensible.”
Jasmine Yale started to feel a bit heartbroken for the young girl, her gaze drifting into the distance.
Reminded of her own childhood years, Jasmine Yale felt a dull pain in her heart.
She and Ann Nolan were enjoying their afternoon tea, while the wife was busy in the kitchen, insisting that they stay for dinner.
In the middle of it, Jasmine Yale excused herself to use the restroom.
In the restroom, she heard the sound of a car engine outside.
Looking out—
There stood a white Bentley at the door, discreet, yet luxurious.
When she originally arrived at Professor Mackenzie’s house, she hadn’t seen this car!
Jasmine Yale continued to wash her hands in the restroom.
The restroom was a bit secluded with a dense bamboo forest outside.
A gust of wind blew, scattering the bamboo leaves.
As Jasmine Yale was drying her hands and preparing to leave, suddenly, she heard a deep and resonant male voice—
“Xandra Mackenzie, have you no sense of sha? How many tis have I told you not to give gifts? Don’t you understand?”
Jasmine Yale’s heart jumped a beat.
She couldn’t help but look outside.
Through the layers of bamboo, she vaguely saw a man’s figure.
The man was wearing a grey long coat, his hands in his pockets. He was tall and handso, with distinct side profile and firm thin lips. His eyes held a cold chill.
Corner of his mouth ford an expression of disdain.
Who was this man?
How could he speak like this to a sixteen year old girl?
Jasmine Yale then saw Xandra, dressed in a white sweater, her head drooping down, seemingly holding a gift box in her hands.
Her heartache for Xandra was unbearable.
“Brother Harlow, you haven’t been ho for half a year. I just bought you a gift,” Xandra’s voice was low, sowhat hurt.
In front of Harlow Mackenzie, she kept her head down.
Jasmine Yale was taken aback, it was Professor Mackenzie’s son, Harlow Mackenzie.
He was indeed a talented figure.
Harlow Mackenzie’s face was cold, “Xandra Mackenzie, how much is this gift of yours even worth? I am not interested in them at all.”
“It’s not worth much…” Xandra was biting her lip, tears swirled in her eyes, “But it is a token of my affection for you. Can you please accept it?”
“Xandra Mackenzie, I have never seen soone as shaless as you. I already said no!”
Saying this, Harlow Mackenzie strode away.
Xandra lifted her head and watched Harlow’s receding figure. Tears welled up in her eyes and finally fell.
One by one, they dropped onto her hand and the gift.
Jasmine Yale watched, feeling heartbroken.
Everyone spoke highly of Harlow Mackenzie as a gifted and accomplished individual, a foreign-educated businessman who owned his own company.
But to treat a sixteen years old girl like this?
Even though Xandra was adopted, she was still his sister.
Receiving small gifts was such a normal thing.
Jasmine Yale wanted to rush over and comfort Xandra. A sixteen years old girl’s mind was quite vulnerable.
Back in the day, she herself would shed tears when Sylvan Cheney reprimanded her.
She could empathize with what Xandra was feeling at that mont.
Nearby, Xandra wiped her tears, held onto the gift box and walked away in disappointnt.
Jasmine Yale exited the restroom and quietly returned to the living room.
Professor’s wife had made afternoon tea for her and Ann Nolan and was chatting with them.
It was only at dinner ti when Jasmine Yale saw Xandra and Harlow Mackenzie again.
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