The Returning Ex

Chapter 1376

Broker Hayes’ face flushed bright red at Logan’s remonstration. It was precisely because she’d helped Shawn to find a match that she’d been criticized behind her back for a long time. His flaws that’d been brought to light spread like wildfire, and the fact that Lola later married a wealthy man such as Logan made it even more obvious that the match she brokered back then was problematic. For that reason, when she now brokered an introduction and played matchmaker, the people out there didn’t seem to believe her anymore.

Anyhow, she wanted to make money besides making an enviable match that would repair her reputation. As far as an enviable match went, it naturally had to be one with a rich man. She wasn’t acquainted with any one of that sort, nor did she have any connections that’d help her to worm her way into their midst. After repeatedly turning it over in her mind, she came to the conclusion that her only resource lay here with Lola. However, it was clear as day that Logan didn’t want to give her an opening, merely mocking her to her face.

Not daring to antagonize him, she flashed him an awkward smile before opening her mouth to defend herself. However, before she could say anything, Mr. Hunt’s voice drifted out of the house. “What are you doing out there, Logan? Come in and rest for a while. Aren’t you tired after driving all the way here?”

Broker Hayes froze, understanding the meaning behind his words. While he was telling Logan to get into the house, it was also a blatant dismissal toward her.

Logan grunted in acknowledgment. “I’ll come in after getting rid of our guest.” His words were painfully straightforward.

Knowing that she wasn’t welcomed, Broker Hayes was naturally aware that she definitely wouldn’t be treated kindly even if she were to get into the house, so she tried her best to maintain a smile on her face. “You all rest, then. I’ll be leaving first since I’ve still got some business to attend to.”

The moment her words reached his ears, Logan spun on his heels and went back into the house. Pursing her lips, Broker Hayes turned around and walked out. As soon as she twisted her body, her expression darkened. He looks down on me just because he has a pretty penny. Pah!

When she’d left, the neighbors then came over. Since it was the neighbors, Logan didn’t go out. Entering the bedroom, he lay down on the bed and muttered, “These people are simply annoying!”

“I’d found it annoying when they came over back when our family was only doing okay. Their words had always carried barbs as they gloated about things we didn’t even care about,” Lola lamented dourly. Now that I’ve married Logan and our family has elevated in status, these people again flock to our house with flattering compliments, lauding us insincerely with their eyes closed. Still, I’m finding it very annoying. Why is it just so difficult to close our doors and live life peacefully? Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

The moment those neighbors stepped into the house, their eyes darted everywhere. When they spotted Logan and Lola lying down in the room, they lowered their voices and asked, “What’s wrong? Are they not feeling well?”

Mrs. Hunt smiled. “No, they’re just tired after the long journey here.”

Nodding, the neighbors followed Mr. and Mrs. Hunt into their room before asking them how life was in the city, whether they’d acclimated to it, and the like. Mr. Hunt’s face glowed. “How could we possibly be unacclimated to it? Why would it feel out of place when we’re living the high life? If a rich man comes to the village and stays here, he might be unused to it, but we’re villagers who went to the city, having good food, resplendent clothes, and a magnificent house. What’s there to acclimate to?”

If he’d said this in the past, the neighbors would’ve all smirked, but now, they all smilingly seconded what he said. “Indeed. What’s there to acclimate to when you’re there to live the high life? You’ve got infinite money to buy anything you want.”

Mr. Hunt reclined against his bed. “With money, one can acclimate to life anywhere, but without money, one will be ill at ease everywhere.”

“Look, Mr. Hunt nailed it right on the head,” someone beside him said. “You’ve acclimated to life there because you’ve got money. People like us who have to work our *sses off in the city to make money find it better to just stay in the village.” After saying this, the person instantly changed his tune, asking, “Do you have any good jobs? Well, do recommend them to us as well so that we too can make some money.”

At this, Mr. Hunt could already guess why these people came over. Without any change in expression, he waved a dismissive hand. “What good jobs would I have? I’m merely sitting around, doing nothing in the city. We’re just lucky our daughter married well. Personally, I’ve got no capability at all. We’ve been fellow villagers for so many years, so you know how I am.”