Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！
Chapter 41: Girl, let’s be friends?!

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Girl, let’s be friends?!

As soon as Nico Haynes spoke, even the melancholic Arlo Seys turned his gaze towards Dawn Sutherland.

Dawn remained silent.

Nico sneered, "The Sutherland Family’s mess, it’s really enough. You’re pouring your heart into managing the Sutherland Clan, but in the end, isn’t it all going to be someone else’s dowry? Isn’t your half-brother coming back? Once he returns, nothing will be yours! Why put in so much effort? Might as well start your own business sooner rather than later!"

Dawn replied, "After all, I still bear the Sutherland name, I can’t ignore the Sutherland Clan."

Nico gave him a sideways glance, "You’re such a martyr! If I were you, I’d tell the Sutherland Family to buzz off! When have you ever been valued since you were a kid?!"

Dawn didn’t respond.

Arlo Seys pursed his lips, "Dawn, let me know when you plan on developing on your own."

He would definitely support him wholeheartedly.

Dawn gave a gentle smile, "Thanks, Arlo."

Between brothers, a word or a glance can convey true emotions.

Nico continued, "Speaking of which, your half-brother, Aidan Sutherland, is going to marry that little beauty from the Grant Family, right? Aidan’s life is just too good. You manage the Sutherland Clan for him while he enjoys himself abroad. When he comes back, tsk, he’s the sole heir of the Sutherland Family, nothing left for you! Plus, he gets to marry Miss Grant, the real winner in life is Aidan Sutherland!"

Dawn smiled faintly, "He’s the eldest son of the Sutherland Family, it doesn’t matter to me."

Anyway, he was used to the difference in treatment between him and Aidan by the Sutherland Family since childhood.

Nico added, "Daisy Grant is known as the top socialite in City C, tsk tsk, Aidan sure is lucky."

Dawn smiled and didn’t respond.

Nico scoffed, "Tsk, the Sutherland and Grant Family alliance, it takes both their businesses to new heights. No wonder high society loves political marriages. Arlo, which socialite do you think you’ll marry in the future?"

Arlo Seys glanced at the talkative Nico with disdain for the topic, and replied coldly, "Never considered it."

Dawn teased with a smile, "Third Haynes, better worry about yourself! Aunt Haynes has been wanting you to settle down, marry and have kids, turn over a new leaf."

Nico retorted, "I haven’t had enough fun yet, I live by the motto ’pass through a field of flowers but never let a single leaf stick.’"

Dawn laughed, "One day you’ll fall for a woman, and then don’t come crying! Arlo and I will just clap and laugh and say, what a delightful karma!"

Arlo laughed.

Nico angrily exclaimed, "Damn it, Second Young Master Sutherland, are you my brother or not? You can’t stand seeing me happy!"

Dawn replied, "It’s precisely because we’re brothers that I’m advising you, settle down early, don’t really end up crying and whining!"

Nico scoffed, "Get lost, there’s no topic to chat with you anymore!"

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It started drizzling outside.

The spring night’s rain was chilling to the bone.

Ariel Morris tightened her clothes, shivering slightly, hiding in the nearby alley, stamping her feet and pacing as she watched the bar’s entrance.

Why haven’t they come out yet? Did something happen?

At this moment, she couldn’t bring herself to call Dawn Sutherland because she feared Arlo Seys would find out.

Just as she was nervously pacing, a group of drunken guys came out of the bar, approaching her with mischievous smiles.

"Hey girl, alone on the street in the middle of the night, which university are you from? How about making some friends?"

Ariel Morris, with her pure and graceful appearance, fair and beautiful skin, is often mistaken for a college student even though she’s only 24.

She took a few steps back from the approaching group to keep her distance, politely refusing, "Sorry, we don’t know each other, there’s no need to become friends!"

"You get to know each other by playing around, right? Come on, girl, let’s be friends~!"

One of them, with flushed cheeks and reeking of alcohol, reached out mischievously to touch Ariel Morris’s face.