Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
Chapter 1838 - 442: Terrence Lentz: Suwen is actually our leader?!_2

Chapter 1838: 442: Terrence Lentz: Suwen is actually our leader?!_2

Although Suwen is not an ordinary girl,

but would she really not take the time to learn about Third Master’s historical achievements?

In Gabrie’s view,

Viola’s behavior is no different from throwing an egg against a rock.

She thinks this matter is too simple.

Perhaps this is just how girls think.

Gabrie immediately approached Terrence Lentz.

He had thought Terrence was dealing with official business,

but unexpectedly, Terrence was still making milk tea.

When did Third Master fall in love with milk tea?

Although Gabrie was curious, he didn’t dare to ask more and continued, "Third Master, Nathaniel Besian just contacted me."

"Speak," Terrence’s tone was indifferent.

Gabrie went on to say, "Nathaniel said, Suwen, Suwen..."

The following words, he really didn’t know how to start telling Terrence.

No one has ever dared to challenge Third Master.

Suwen is the only one.

You should know.

Third Master is not one to pity and cherish the fairer sex.

If Suwen thought she could use her gender advantage to duel Third Master, she was gravely mistaken!

Gabrie had been with Terrence for a long time.

He knew that Third Master detested those who actively provoke and are courting death.

"Continue," Terrence glanced at Gabrie.

Gabrie organized his thoughts internally, "Nathaniel said Suwen has challenged you to a duel, asking to face you in the fighting ring of the Linta Tribe tomorrow afternoon at one o’clock."

Hearing this, Terrence laughed lightly.

"Really?"

Gabrie looked at Terrence’s smile, feeling somewhat alarmed.

"Yes."

Terrence squinted his eyes, "Tell her, I will be there on time tomorrow afternoon."

Since someone was actively seeking death, he naturally obliged to oblige.

Gabrie was taken aback, "You’re really going?"

"Otherwise?" Terrence retorted.

Gabrie did not want to watch a great beauty perish, and continued, "Or maybe we just forget about it? Third Master, fighting a woman, even if you win, it wouldn’t be honorable, would it?"

"A demoness is still a woman?" Terrence’s eyes flashed coldly.

This time.

He would not let Suwen off.

Gabrie sighed softly, "So you’re really going to the appointment tomorrow?"

"Mhm," Terrence’s tone remained flat.

Gabrie looked at Terrence and went on, "I’ll give you a heads-up, Suwen is really beautiful, a standard great beauty. Won’t you pity and cherish her when the time comes?"

Pity and cherish?

The corners of Terrence’s mouth curled slightly.

Although he said nothing, his demeanor said it all.

Gabrie felt he had asked a redundant question.

If Third Master had any sense of pity and cherish, he wouldn’t have agreed to the appointment.

A moment later, Terrence continued, "However, if you like her, I might consider sparing her some breath."

"Really?" Gabrie was somewhat excited, a sparkle in his eyes.

Terrence nodded slightly.

Gabrie said, "Although I’ve only seen Suwen’s profile, she’s really my type. If you, Third Master, could facilitate this, it would be more than I could ask for! When the time comes, I’ll stage a heroic rescue!"

Just thinking about it made him very happy.

Gabrie grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

As he finished speaking, Gabrie added, "Third Master, remember what you said today, you must not deal a fatal blow to Suwen."

"Mhm."

Gabrie had already imagined a hundred different scenarios of playing the hero to save the beauty.

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Isla Astir was very frustrated.

She didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to work, just kept staring at her phone, somewhat lost in thought.

She had thought Poppy Smith was just testing Mandel Thompson, that she would reveal her plan to her right away.

But she didn’t.

Since coming back, Poppy hadn’t sent her any messages.

She had thought such things only happened in novels.

Never did she expect that all art is inspired by life.

With this thought, a self-mocking smile formed on Isla’s lips.

After a while.

Isla took the initiative to send Poppy a message on WhatsApp, [Poppy, what’re you up to?]

Poppy replied almost instantly, [I’m binging a series.]

Soon after, Poppy sent another message, [Why did you head home so fast? It took me so much effort to leave, didn’t you go out and have fun with your doggy?]

Poppy acted as usual.

Nothing about her seemed out of place.

Isla’s expression slowly shifted to disappointment.

After all, she had misjudged the person.

[He was busy and had to leave first.] Thinking it over, Isla sent another WhatsApp message, [You met my boyfriend today, what do you think?]

[He’s nice, handsome, and wealthy. But, the way he dresses, he’s no ordinary employee, must be some rich kid from the Capital City. I’m afraid you might face social class issues later on. You know, some wealthy families have very high standards for choosing their daughters-in-law.]