CHAPTER 7: CHAPTER 7: FORCED INTO BEING A REBOUND GUY?

Kyle Keaton’s eyes darkened slightly: "Do you know her?"

Actually, when he saw his nominal wife being harassed by two women earlier, he considered stepping in to help.

After all, she’s the other name on Kyle Keaton’s marriage certificate now.

Even temporarily, she’s a presence that these small fry cannot afford to offend.

But with that gentleman’s appearance, and later July Quinn’s waving claws to toy with the three, he dismissed the idea of helping her.

"I don’t know her. But the forums in Westmarch are filled with her photos as the spotlight, she’s recognized as the most beautiful socialite by us Westmarch netizens. I heard she even dated my nephew before."

Miles Jacobs was flirting with the young girl in his arms, so he didn’t notice Kyle Keaton’s eyes subtly cooling when he mentioned July Quinn dating his nephew.

"Really?"

Kyle Keaton, in a casual tone, raised his hand, downing the half glass of whiskey.

Yet despite this, the anger in his heart burned ever fiercer.

July Quinn had dated other men!

Although he knew this information before registering the marriage, it never felt more starkly reminded than at this moment—he’s made a fool of himself!

But Miles Jacobs was oblivious, still marveling at someone’s stunning beauty.

"I used to think it was photo tricks, but seeing her firsthand today proves it’s true. Even in your Esteria, you probably can’t find such a rare gem..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a heavy glass being placed on the table followed.

"Cough, cough, I know you don’t like these trivial gossip."

Looking over at the voice, Miles Jacobs noticed someone’s gloomy expression and quickly changed the topic.

"Why don’t you tell me what kind of person successfully stepped up to become Mrs. Keaton today?"

"If you don’t shut your mouth now, the Jacobs Family will disappear from the list of Westmarch’s elitist circles."

Kyle Keaton’s hand clenched into a fist turning white, Miles Jacobs hastily covered his own troublemaking mouth.

But he didn’t know that the very gossip about the top-notch beauty was about the rumored Mrs. Keaton.

*

Suite 4836 at the Blue Dome——

Nina Quinn returned to the suite, greeted by another wave of exaggerated praise.

"Nina, is it true that Master Jacobs spent quite a fortune hosting a party for you at the Blue Dome?"

"The drinks alone tally up to two million, I told him it wasn’t necessary to splurge like this, but he just wouldn’t listen."

Nina Quinn used this chance to boast while feigning humility, a true Versailles literature expert.

Nonetheless, the admirers only tried even harder.

"Master Jacobs is willing to spend money on you, which means he truly cherishes you. Unlike some people..."

"She came from that poor mountain village, has never seen the world. Master Jacobs just had to beckon, and she’d be eternally grateful, no need for him to waste money on her."

The harder they used to flatter July Quinn, the more vigorous they were now to demean and criticize her.

Only in this way could they win Nina Quinn’s favor.

Nina Quinn enjoyed the process, yet regrettably, July Quinn remained unfazed, feeling another punch landed in vain.

Just then, someone suggested playing a game.

The rules were simple—spin an empty bottle, and whoever it points at must perform a task requested by the spinner.

Nina Quinn knew Holly Houston excelled at this kind of game, so she handed the spinning opportunity to Holly Houston.

Predictably, the bottle pointed at July Quinn.

Her task was: "I’d like to ask July to sing us an English song."

The words brought subtle changes to everyone’s expressions.

After all, everyone in the suite knew July Quinn came from the countryside.

She barely recognized a few Chinese characters, let alone English.

Asking her to sing an English song was simply unreasonable.

Then, Nina Quinn jumped in and played the good cop.

"Holly, maybe we can let this slide for my sake and restart the game."

Someone else quietly joked: "You ask her to sing a mountain song, she might even throw in an impromptu dance. But asking her to sing an English song, is just unreasonable, isn’t it?"

Holly Houston shrugged helplessly, "But those are the rules of the game! If everyone doesn’t play by the rules like her, how can the game go on?"

"Don’t make it too hard for her, if she doesn’t sing, then July should give everyone a striptease dance."