A Touch of Sweetness novel (Finnick and Vivian) novel Chapter 1531

“You should be grateful that my family doesn't intend to get even with you, and yet, here you are still asking to marry me? Are you completely delusional? “Take a good look at yourself in the mirror! What makes you think you can marry me? You think way too highly of yourself!”

After venting her frustrations on the man, Gabriella hung up the call immediately.

Similarly, Carl gritted his teeth and smashed his phone to the ground. He had failed to secure his bride, lost his chance to inherit the Ward family's fortune and rights, as well as his status as the heir to his own family business!

Moreover, Gabriella's hand in marriage had been his only hope. In an instant, Carl felt that he had no way out.

Larry, this is all your fault! Since you've been so cruel to me, don't blame me for returning the favor!

A trace of hatred flashed in Carl's eyes.

He attributed his devastation and utter failure to Larry and Joan, believing that if it had not been for the pair, he would not have ended up in such a sorry state.

But he seemed to have forgotten that he had brought everything upon himself, and he had no one else to blame.

But there was no turning back for Carl anymore. He could either walk the path to self-destruction or destroy others.

That night, Carl went drinking at a small bar. He was drowning his sorrows when a gang of thugs recognized him and went up to him.

“Carl, is it? I heard you were looking for us.”

The one who was obviously the leader of the gang of thugs spoke first.

Although Carl's family was not very influential, they were still deemed noble. Moreover, Carl had always been generous to the thugs, so they often hung out together.

However, it was uncertain whether the thugs would have the same opinion of Carl if they were to find out that Carl had been stripped of his status as the family heir.

“Ugh, I'm not doing well recently. Come, drink with me.”

Carl casually called out to them when they appeared before him.

They had heard a thing or two about what the man had been through lately, but they were not very informed of the details.

“It's going to be okay, Carl. This messy situation will blow over soon. Come on, lets drink our troubles away.”

One of the thugs patted Carl on the shoulder.

“That's right, Carl. Don't overthink it. Lets drink, echoed the other two.