I genuinely meant it, no hostility, no ego, just a clean break.
But she didn’t see it that way. To her, my calmness was an insult.
Her expression twisted with contempt as she snapped, “You arrogant nobody. Don’t play that ‘hard to get’ game with me. I see right through you.”
Trevor's POV
“Do you have any idea how many men in this city are dying to marry me?” she proudly mentioned.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Miss Young, I don’t really care what other men think. I just believe you and I aren’t a good match. As for Mr. Young, don’t worry. I’ll explain everything to him myself.”
The moment I said that, the entire dressing room erupted in disbelief.
“Oh my god, did he just say he wants to call off the wedding with the Youngs?”
“No way! Miss Young is the dream woman of every man in the capital, and he’s turning her down?”
“If it were me, I’d be laughing in my sleep if I got to marry her!”
Their whispers grew louder, but I didn’t care.
In my world, marriage wasn’t about social rank or family wealth. It was about compatibility. And clearly, this proud, self-absorbed princess in front of me was not someone I could get along with.
I could still recall how her father, Chairman Gregory Young of the Young Group, bowed and scraped in front of my grandfather not long ago. In less than half an hour, the man’s pristine white shirt was drenched in sweat, terrified of saying the wrong thing.
He probably still had no idea that the powerful alliance he’d begged for was about to be ruined by his own daughter.
“Trevor!” Felicity’s voice trembled with rage. “I’ll ask you one last time. Are you really breaking off this engagement?”
I lifted my head, meeting her gaze head-on, my tone firm and unwavering. “Absolutely.”
The room went dead silent.
She clearly hadn’t expected me to throw away the chance to marry into one of the most powerful families in the city. Her face flushed red, a mix of anger and humiliation.
Before she could think of what to say, her assistant stepped forward. “Don’t worry, Miss. You shouldn’t be upset over trash like him. You’re better off without some useless freeloader.”
Felicity hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. “But… the invitations have already been sent out. If I suddenly cancel the wedding, how am I supposed to show my face after this?”
Mr. Watts gave me a sly look before turning back to her and replying, “Miss, do you remember Mr. North from the NorthStar Group?”