Chapter 11
Wesley, Sandra does make some valid points. When they entered this school, it took some effort,” Sirena chimed in, following Sandra’s lead.
Chelsea immediately became proud and sarcastically said. “Exactly! When Zelda got into this school, she passed the Level 6 Atili test, achieved an eighth–grade level in piano, and won third place in the national calligraphy competition. Sandra is no slouch, either. She’s a kickboxing champion! Now, Ash, tell us, what talents do you have?”
Ash continued to eat leisurely, ignoring Chelsea’s words as if they were just a breeze passing by. Chelsea was now seething with anger and slammed the table forcefully, saying, Tm talking to you. How can you be so rude when elders are speaking?”
Upon hearing this, Ash lazily lifted her head, chewed on what was in her mouth, and spat it onto the plate with a disdainful “Pah.”
In reality, Ash was spitting out what was in her mouth, but symbolically, she was spitting at Chelsea.
“Aunt, I don’t have any particular talents, she replied frankly after wiping her mouth.
“Ha! I knew it, Chelsea sneered immediately. “Wesley, I know you want to make Grandpa happy, but Ash is just too untalented. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. She’ll only be a burden in the future!”
Thank you, Aunt, for your concern. I’ve already made up my mind about this matter. It’s settled,” Wesley retorted, his face darkening as he wiped his mouth with the napkin and stood up coldly. “I’m full.”
With that, he grabbed his suit jacket and left the room with an imposing stride.
Chelsea was left speechless and embarrassed. Ash shot her a disdainful look and stood up, saying, “I’m full too.”
“Well, if you’re full, then so am I?” Homer followed Ash, standing up as well.
And just like that, the once spacious dining room was reduced to five people, and the atmosphere became awkward.
Back in his study, Wesley’s assistant handed him an envelope. “Mr. Feron, we’ve done the DNA test, and Ash is indeed a blood relative of the Feron family. Also, this is his personal history in Maqiland.” The assistant hesitated, feeling uneasy about continuing.
Wesley opened Ash’s file and could not help but frown with a headache. He started to doubt whether this information had been tampered with.
According to the file, Ash dropped out of school after only two years of primary and two years of middle school. The teachers‘ comments were filled with negative remarks. She loved to fight, did not study seriously, and was rebellious.
In short, every negative adjective seemed to be used to describe her.
“Mr. Feron, do you think Mr. Ash should start from primary school?”
Wesley remained silent.
Wesley raised his head, his gaze dark and menacing, glaring at his assistant. Feeling uneasy, the assistant’s back stiffened, and he immediately chastised himself. “I misspoke. After all, Mr. Ash is a Feron, and his talents are certainly not lacking. He will surely…”
“Enough, get out, Wesley interrupted coldly.
The assistant lowered his head, not daring to provoke him further, and quickly escaped, leaving a trail of dust behind.
With frustration, Wesley threw the documents he was holding onto the office desk and began to massage his temples.
If Wayne knew what Ash was like, he would be heartbroken. Wesley wondered how she had managed to survive these past 18 years.
After finishing her meal, Ash strolled through the garden. Before long, the butler came to call her.
“Mr. Ash, Mr. Wesley requests your presence in his study. Please follow me.
“Sure, lead the way, Ash replied politely, trailing behind the butler.
After a series of twists and turns, the butler finally stopped and knocked on a door.
“Come in,” a somber voice from inside said.
The butler gestured for Ash to enter.
Without much thought, Ash pushed the door open and stepped inside.
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