Chapter 637

Tessa’s eyes flickered with shock–a whole five percent of the Clements family stock?!

The Clements were among the top three most influential familles in Beaconsfield, Five percent represented a fortune in the billions, How could Marissa part with such wealth?

But if Andrew said it was so, it had to be true, A smile forced its way onto her face while internally, she scoffed, Once she married Andrew, everything the Clements owned would be hers. No matter how much Marissa despised her, she’d have to cough up those shares.

Just as Tessa was about to muster a thank you, Marissa’s voice cut through, “I’d rather throw those shares to a beggar on the street than give them to you,”

Tessa was shaking with fury, her eyes so red and raw it seemed she had shed all her tears, She gritted her teeth with such fierce anger, it was like she was ready to grind them to dust.

“Andrew, you can marry her if you wish, but she cannot have a thing from the Clements estate, especially not the shares. As for your own money, do what you will, but don’t forget that the Clements fortune belongs to the entire family. It’s only because you’re an only child that we trust and support you.”

Besides, Marissa had the right to hold onto more shares back in the day, but out of disdain, she settled for five percent. Now, whom she decided to give them to was her prerogative, Tessa felt like she was on the verge of spitting blood.

Damn it all!

Her palm was smeared with blood from clenching so hard, but she held onto Andrew as if holding onto a lifeline. Andrew felt her shiver and patted her back in an attempt to comfort her.

Tessa’s face was ashen as she lifted it to Marissa. “I don’t need the Clements stock. I just want to be married to Andrew.”

Marissa snorted with a cold laugh. “Fine, get married. I won’t object.”

Humiliated, Tessa recalled the indignities from the night before. Her dignity had been trampled over and over. She had to accept it.

Andrew was furious, yet he couldn’t lash out at Marissa. “Mom, I’m taking Tessa to my place.”

Marissa shrugged, “Whatever, I don’t really want to see her anyway. I’ll handle the wedding arrangements. Now take her and go.”

Tessa avoided looking at anyone, gripping Andrew’s hand tightly. He led her out, buckling her into the car seat.

In the car, Tessa began to cry, her lips bitten bloody. “Andrew, let’s do it. We’re getting married soon. I’ll come to your place tonight, and we can… you know, be together, okay?”

11:247 Andrew’s expression darkened. He looked down at her face, gave her a reassuring kiss, then moved to the driver’s seat. In truth, he was reluctant to take Tessa to his current residence. He’s confused by his own resistance and thus felt irritable.

Over the years, Andrew had built a reputation for his shrewd business tactics, managing to hold his own against veterans like Max. Moreover, Andrew had been scandal–free and devotedly courted Tessa, a fact that had become a sort of urban legend in their social circles.

Driving in silence, Andrew answered a call from Jaired at a stoplight, whose tone was teasing. “What’s going on, man? I heard you and Tessa got a beatdown from Brielle. That’s gotta be fake, right?”

No one would believe such a thing without seeing it with their own eyes. With the Rowland family drama at its peak, Jaired’s curiosity got the better of him, prompting the call.

Andrew was known for his quick temper, so it was hard to imagine anyone daring to cross him, not even Brielle with Max’s backing.

Andrew’s eyes narrowed, his tall frame accentuated by a black trench coat. He opened the car window with a cigarette agitatedly pinched between his fingers.

“She’s digging his own grave,” Andrew’s voice was icy, his anger at the slap still simmering, plotting a time when he’d get back at Brielle.