Chapter 2 Uncanny
Wesley, Wayne’s second grandson, was astute, capable, and known for his decisive actions. Currently, he managed all of Feron Group’s industries. It could be said that he held the authority within the Feron family second only to Wayne.
At that moment, Ash was unaware that she had no blood relation to the Feron family from Kingstonia. She desired to return to the Feron family because her mother, before passing away, entrusted her with the task of showing gratitude to Wayne, claiming that Wayne had helped them a lot.
Before deciding to go back to the Feron family, she had investigated Wesley’s temperament and disposition. She learned that he was always indifferent, strategic in his approach, and not one to express emotions easily. If he personally handled something, it had to be significant. So Ash was well aware that Wesley was serious about bringing her back to the Feron family.
“You’re my cousin, right?”
Even though Ash had thoroughly investigated the matter, she pretended to be oblivious, planning to act like a naïve newcomer. With agility, she caught a live fish from the creek and, without hesitation, tossed it toward Wesley.
“Catch, bro!”
Her voice was ethereal, crisp as a silver bell.
Wesley tried to step back, but it was too late. He had no choice but to catch the fish. The wriggling fish hit him like a forceful slap, making his eyeglasses tilt.
Wesley, who wore semi-rimless glasses, coolly fixed them while his eyes turned icy. He flung the fish onto one of his bodyguards and issued a chilly command. “Kill the fish.”
He then calmly retrieved a handkerchief, looking like a refined gentleman, and gently wiped his glasses. Although his nearsightedness was not severe, he occasionally wore glasses. At the moment, his gaze was frigid, as sharp as shards of ice, a stare that most people dared not meet.
Anyone who dared to meet his gaze would not last more than three seconds, as his eyes were like sharp blades.
But Ash did it. Not only did she manage to do it, but she also smiled playfully, lightly clapping her hands. “Bro, you’re quite nimble.”
Her tone was filled with praise, yet her mischievous grin and mysterious demeanor made her seem wicked and alluring.
Since childhood, Ash had practiced altering her voice. It now sounded like an underdeveloped pre-teen boy’s voice, which was just perfect for her playful image.
But within that childish tone, there was something uncanny, a feeling that her voice was a mere façade and that she was someone extraordinary.
“Are you done playing? Come home with me.”
Wesley put on his glasses after cleaning them, showing little excitement toward the cousin before him.
He dealt with business affairs in an aloof and superior manner.
“At last, I can meet Grandfather. Bro, wait here, I’ll get ready.”
Ash chuckled, waded out of the creek, bent down, picked up her shoes from the bank, and put them on despite the mud on her feet.
Wesley gave her a disdainful glance.
He had considered her a dirty bumpkin.
A little over 10 minutes later, Ash pushed open the courtyard door. Before Wesley could step out of the car, she immediately turned around.
“Sorry, bro. Our home is too small, and you’re such an important person. It’s not suitable for you to enter our shabby place. Just wait in the car.”
With that, she pulled both doors shut with a loud thud, startling the driver.
The driver was somewhat fearful and glanced back at Wesley. He had never seen anyone dare to shut the door on Wesley like that. In fact, he felt that perhaps no one in the whole world except Ash would dare to do such a thing.
Ash’s actions further convinced the driver that he was just a country bumpkin who lacked any manners.
“Mr. Feron, should we go in and teach him a lesson?”
One of the bodyguards could not bear it and volunteered.
However, Wesley waved his hand, his hunter eyes narrowing slightly. The coldness in his gaze diminished, and a faint trace of softness concealed within.
“He’s been out on his own for 18 years, so it’s understandable that he’s got some pent-up emotions and needs to let off some steam. Just let him do his thing.”
“Yes.”
The bodyguard looked skeptical.
He could not believe he heard a hint of compromise from Wesley’s mouth. Throughout the years by Wesley’s side, other than Wayne, he had never seen anyone dare to disrespect Wesley.
The situation seemed incredibly uncanny to the bodyguard. He could not help but wonder what Ash had done to make Wesley tolerate his impoliteness.
