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Love at First Novel by Gu Lingfei

Chapter 871
Old Mr. Hunt said, “Fine, takeaway food it is. Serenity, don’t forget to pay the man later.”
Serenity wanted to laugh.
Leopards sure could not change their spots.
These people were always trying to milk her in every way possible.
She coldly blurted, “You order, you pay.”
Serenity took a glance at the local produce John and Mike hoisted into the shop. Since the sacks were not sealed, she could see
they were a bag of sweet potato and a sack of yam.
Old Mr. Hunt thought he could handle the money of her business with two sacks of produce.
She could not make this stuff up. Only her granddad would do such a thing.
“Let bygones be bygones, Serenity. We have put the matter behind us. Don’t hold grudges. I’m your granddad no matter what.
We’re more than willing to make it up to you and even make a public apology online.
“I told John to draw up an apology, and it will soon be published online.
“Now that all the misunderstandings are cleared up, we’re still one big happy family. You made it big. Your husband’s family is
wealthy. I’m talking billions! Tell your husband to stop his open fire at your uncles and cousins. Leave them to run their
businesses and work.
“John was a top executive in a company, making up a million a year, but he lost his job because of you. By right, you should
compensate for his loss of income, but since you’re cousins, we can forget about the compensation. Just give your cousin back
his old job.
“You’re rich now. What’s breakfast going to cost you? Don’t be so stingy and fuss over every single detail. That reminds me,
where’s my grandson–in–law? I knew he was the finest, the best of the best when I first met him.
“Haha. You have good taste in men, Serenity. I heard your husband has eight younger cousins and brothers. Can you help set
your cousin sisters up with them? I can die happy, knowing they would be well taken care of by the York family.”

Serenity and Jasmine were lost for words.
The pair knew the Hunts were something else and wacky, but this statement took the cake. Every time they thought the Hunts
could not go any lower, the Hunts always seemed to outdo themselves.
“Old Mr. Hunt, do you think just anybody can marry into the York family?” Jasmine jumped in to give her sarcastic two cents.
The old man was a dreamer for sure.
To think he tried to get the Yorks‘ last name attached to all his granddaughters.
It was unimaginable even to Jasmine.
Old Mr. Hunt spoke in a matter–of–fact manner. “Serenity is an orphan, and she could marry into the York family. My other
granddaughters have both parents around and come from good families. They’re no lesser than Serenity, so why can’t they
marry into the York family?”
“Serenity, your granddad’s right. Family should always come first and stick together. Hook your cousins up so they can marry into
the York family. Your position as the lady of the house will be secured with them around to help you. No one will be the boss of
you.”
One of Serenity’s uncles had a daughter who was younger than Serenity by two years. She was still single.
The uncle’s eyes lit up at the opportunity of marrying his daughter into money.
In the past, the Hunts believed marriage with the rich and powerful was out of reach. It was not like they had seen the upper
crust up close and personal before.
Now that a nobody like Serenity became the wife of the wealthiest man in the city, they thought marrying up was not that hard
after all. They began to fancy themselves in Serenity’s position.
Their niece married a rich husband, but she might not help them since they were not on good terms. However, it was a different
story if their daughters were the ones with wealthy husbands. Surely, their daughters would help out the family financially.
The Hunts might join high society in a few years with the York family taking them under their wing.

The Hunts would go on and tell people that they were related to Mrs. York, and the envious looks the Hunts got from the public
fed into their ego. Alas, the Hunts were too blind to tell apart envy from cynicism.

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