Chapter 1639: He Was the One Who Tricked Her into His Hands

Chapter 1639: Chapter 1592: He Was the One Who Tricked Her into His Hands

Marcus Quinn only nodded slightly at Caspian Yarn, without speaking.

Caspian Yarn’s intention to hand over his business card was killed by the other’s indifferent gaze. For some reason, seeing Marcus Quinn, an inexplicable strangeness arose in his heart, as if their natural aura didn’t align.

Caspian Yarn politely smiled at the two of them, then entered the private room next door.

“Let’s go in, otherwise your little sister-in-law will think I’ve taken you away.” Yeats Howard patted his shoulder, saying, “Don’t look at it, he’s just someone climbing the social ladder, holding onto the Shaw Family’s coattails. Speaking of which, I think he’s also from Seacoast.”

Marcus Quinn’s gaze sharpened, and he asked, “What’s his name, and his background?”

“Caspian Yarn, supposedly from a top noble family in Seacoast, you know the type, basically just a rich second-generation. But keep it down,” Yeats Howard said carelessly, but lowered his voice, “In a few days, he’s going to get engaged to Lana Shaw. Lana and Calliope Shaw have the best relationship with Madam Shaw among the branches, after this, it would be something.”

Caspian Yarn? Marcus Quinn’s gaze turned slightly cold, also from Seacoast, so it matches up. After all, when he went to investigate, it was said that the young master of the Yarn Family from Seacoast was going to marry into the Shaw Family, and Caspian Yarn’s life story was glorified.

Marcus Quinn took a deep breath, recalling that man’s perfect campus heartthrob face. He was not only a rich second-generation but also the guy Tara Chase was engaged to.

Marcus Quinn’s expression suddenly turned cold.

“What’s going on?” Yeats Howard, seeing his sudden change of expression and feeling a chill all over, quickly retreated a step, clearly he also trained in the Military District for a few years, why did it feel like he was a fake soldier?

Marcus Quinn’s mind raced as he looked at the carved wooden door of the private room next door and said in a low voice, “Don’t bring up Caspian Yarn’s matters after we go in.”

Yeats Howard realized something upon hearing this, suddenly remembering that Tara Chase was also a Seacoast native, according to Marcus Quinn, so were they old acquaintances?

Yeats Howard’s eyes widened, looking around and seeing no one in the hallway, he pulled Marcus aside and said in a low voice, “Is there a problem? The thing about Caspian Yarn marrying Lana Shaw, the Shaw Family is divided into two factions. If you know something, don’t keep it to yourself.”

Lana Shaw and Caspian Yarn have been in a relationship for a year already. Now Lana is thirty-one; if it were someone else’s family, they would have gotten married long ago. At Constantine Stewart’s world-famous wedding, this young Mr. Yarn entered the noble circles of the Imperial City for the first time. It’s been six months, and the marriage has been held back, now they are just getting engaged without mentioning marriage, Yeats Howard, with his well-connected sources, knows some inside information.

The Shaw Family doesn’t favor Caspian Yarn, but they couldn’t resist Lana’s fondness for him. The three branches of the Shaw Family like him too, yet they always follow the lead of the prime branch. With Vice Admiral Shaw busy with Military District affairs every day, and the old Mrs. Shaw not managing any matters, it’s Vice Admiral’s wife Leah Squire who’s in charge. Leah hasn’t given her word yet, so the three branches of the Shaw Family haven’t dared to set an engagement date, leaving it dragged out until now.

Marcus Quinn, seeing Yeats Howard’s gossipy look, had a deeper gaze. This wouldn’t seem suspicious to others, but according to the information he investigated, a year ago, Tara was kidnapped and imprisoned; rumors said that the Chase Family’s Miss eloped with someone else. After failing to find his daughter, Mr. Chase got betrayed in business and passed away in illness under a double blow. Caspian Yarn then attached himself to the Shaw Family, and it all starts making sense now.

He initially suspected that it was Tara’s relatives who harmed her, considering the feedback from Seacoast indicated that after Mr. Chase’s death, his assets were all divided among relatives, making them the biggest benefit recipients. The Yarn Family even contributed money and effort to hold a funeral for Mr. Chase, earning a reputation for kindness.

The biggest flaw was that elopement rumor, of which only he and Tara knew was false, and imprisonment was true.

From the elopement rumor, the greatest beneficiary of this event turned out to be Caspian Yarn. Otherwise, how could he come out clean and marry a daughter of the Shaw Family?

The Shaw Family is the number one noble family in the Imperial City, even the Miss of their branch is more noble than the typical socialite.

“Caspian Yarn is a problematic person.” Marcus Quinn said quietly.

Yeats Howard, seeing Marcus remain silent for a long time only to come up with this sentence, was ready to gnash his teeth, but knowing it’s not the right time for a conversation now, dragged Marcus into the private room.

Inside the private room, Tara Chase was happily looking at her newly purchased bag. She didn’t have any bags, so after buying, she immediately used it, stuffing her phone and keys into it, loving the feel of the leather grain, her sweet smile was unmistakable. Seeing Marcus Quinn and Yeats Howard finally come in, followed by a waiter pushing a cart, she quickly sat up straight, her sweet smile was hard to hide.

When Marcus Quinn saw her smile, all his inner darkness and gloom disappeared, sitting by her side, he reached out to hold her soft little hand, feeling she was like his little sun, with a lot of emotion in his heart, grateful that despite what Tara experienced, she still longs for the light.

“After dinner, I’ll take you back for a nap. The things we bought this afternoon are just bits and pieces, I can buy them alone, you have a good rest at home?” Marcus Quinn said softly, his voice filled with rare tenderness.

On the side, Yeats Howard: “…”

So all the things he said just now were fed to the dogs. Yeats Howard could see it now, even if Marcus gave the Siheyuan left by his grandfather to Tara tomorrow, he wouldn’t be surprised. Marcus, this tough nut, is hopeless.

“Okay.” Tara Chase nodded, unconsciously hugging his arm, softly laughing, “You should nap before going out too, these past two days have been too exhausting.”

After shopping in the morning, Tara’s stamina was indeed running out. The key point was that Marcus bought her so many things today, all of which she liked; she could spend an entire afternoon admiring them without getting bored.

“Mm.” Marcus Quinn’s gaze softened, nodding his head. He didn’t have the habit of napping but he could nap with Tara.

Yeats Howard coughed twice, wanting to poke his eyeballs, damn it, bullying him for not having a woman!

The two didn’t discuss Caspian Yarn further, nor did they talk about Tara’s identity. During the hot pot meal, Yeats Howard talked about the grand events happening in the Imperial City over the past few years, leaving Tara wide-eyed and speechless.

She originally thought the wealthy circle in Seacoast was already complicated, who knew when placed in the Imperial City, it was just petty disputes. Suddenly, she felt that Marcus distancing himself from the Imperial City was indeed the right choice.

They didn’t have the family support, so it was better to return to the Holiday Village for some leisurely farming days.

After lunch, the three went back to the Siheyuan.

Marcus went to the kitchen to prepare drinks, Yeats Howard held a large box of cherries delivered yesterday as he ate, and Tara Chase was excitedly laying out bags, shoes, and other things, admiring them repeatedly, then ran to the kitchen to find Marcus cutting limes, hugging his narrow waist, and softly saying, “Marcus, I’m so happy.”

In her bones, she was just a 22-year-old girl, pampered since childhood, long determined to give up her previous life in the face of harsh reality, yet Marcus, who was usually frugal and modest, pampered her like a father, willing to spend all his savings for her.

Tara pressed her face against his broad back, feeling somewhat touched.

Being hugged by her soft body, the man shivered lightly, unconsciously curling his lips, that scoundrel Yeats still feared he’d be deceived, while in fact, he had won over such a pure and lovely girl.