Rebirth: Top Actress, Your Big Shot Husband is Jealous Again! Chapter 891: If You Don’t Cooperate, It’s Not Just an Engage

"This has nothing to do with Mr. Bennett, step aside!"

Richard Shaw’s usually calm voice carried a hint of impatience now.

"I want to hear her say it herself." Victor Bennett shouted loudly.

The shout made Joanna Ramsey’s heart tremble.

She took a deep breath, then looked up at Victor Bennett and smiled.

"Of course I like him. You probably haven’t t Mr. White. He’s more handso than you, more gentle, and more gentlemanly. Of course, I like him."

Upon hearing Joanna Ramsey say she liked him, Victor Bennett was dumbfounded, as if paralyzed, unable to move.

She likes that good-for-nothing Mr. White?

She likes that good-for-nothing Mr. White!

Victor Bennett’s breathing lost its rhythm.

He looked at Joanna Ramsey, wanting to say he could be gentle too, he could be gentlemanly too.

As for Mr. White being more handso than him, he just didn’t believe it!

However, these words he couldn’t say, or rather, he had no standing to say them.

He didn’t like her, so why say such things?

Seeing him remain silent, Joanna Ramsey directly pulled Richard Shaw away.

Passing by Victor Bennett, with her back to him, tears burst from Joanna Ramsey’s eyes.

Victor Bennett stood in place, as if stupefied, not knowing what to do.

Not knowing where to go.

Joanna Ramsey was going to get engaged, to the White Family in Kyoto. It was really the White Family in Kyoto.

It’s great, just great...

...

Joanna Ramsey was taken all the way into Richard Shaw’s office.

Along the way, the girl shed tears silently, her face wet with traces of tears.

Seeing the girl’s silent crying, Richard Shaw’s expression was terrifyingly grim. He forcefully closed the door and then sat in his chair.

Joanna Ramsey stood there, much like a child being punished by a teacher, shedding tears continuously.

"I’ll count to three, and you’ll hold back those tears," Richard Shaw said coldly.

Joanna Ramsey had been crying silently at first, but upon hearing this, she suddenly burst into loud sobs.

Each cry seed to carry intense sorrow, as if one’s heart would shatter.

Joanna Ramsey cried with such intensity, she couldn’t even stand.

She slowly kneeled on the ground, hugging a chair, unable to control her sobbing.

Seeing her cry so heartbreakingly, Richard Shaw’s face darkened bit by bit.

"Joanna Ramsey!" he called out with increased intensity.

Joanna Ramsey, however, acted as though she hadn’t heard, continuing to cry.

She didn’t intend to cry; she genuinely couldn’t hold back.

Not even she knew why she cried so much.

Perhaps it’s due to the unwillingness, unwillingness to marry that so-called Mr. White.

"I, hiccup, don’t, don’t want to be engaged!" Joanna Ramsey said through her sobs, looking at Richard Shaw with pleading eyes.

Hearing this, Richard Shaw’s breath caught montarily, and looking at the girl’s pleading eyes, his expression grew darker.

"It’s not up to you!"

These four words seed to seal her fate.

Joanna Ramsey sat there, not crying anymore, but acted like a soulless porcelain doll, with no reaction.

Richard Shaw saw that she wasn’t crying anymore, stood up from his chair, walked over, and lifted her.

Though Joanna Ramsey’s body was covered in dust, Richard Shaw’s usual obsession with cleanliness seed cured in that mont, showing no disdain whatsoever.

He carried Joanna Ramsey and placed her on the nearby small bed.

"If you don’t behave, it won’t be an engagent but a direct marriage certificate."

Joanna Ramsey’s body trembled, looking at him.

"You said the Shaw Family didn’t need to arrange a marriage, so why force to marry soone I’ve never t?"