Chapter 4051
Married At First Sight Chapter 4051
Chapter 4051
“Dad, Elora is so remarkable. Why did you let me choose Tinsley instead?” Timothy asked softly, his voice reflecting confusion.
He had seen photos of the Ormond family’s two daughters, and Elora was stunning—her cold, aloof demeanor only enhanced her allure. She ignited a desire within him to win her heart. After just a couple of glances, he found himself enchanted.
If it were his choice, Timothy would have selected Elora without hesitation.
Mr. Labbe observed his son, a subtle smile appearing on his lips. “Elora isn’t someone you can easily control,” he replied firmly. “Of course, if you manage to win her over and make her fall in love with you, things could change. But for now, your focus should be on Tinsley.”
Tinsley was also beautiful, though her charm was different. Lacking Elora’s icy demeanor, she radiated warmth instead. Her gentle nature and frequent smiles made her seem approachable and even endearing.
“She’ll be a great asset to you—and to our family,” Mr. Labbe continued. “Marrying Tinsley will strengthen the Labbe family’s position.”
Timothy nodded thoughtfully. “I understand, Dad.”
With his good looks, wealth, charm, and generosity, Timothy had no trouble attracting women, especially those from affluent but sheltered backgrounds. The match with Tinsley seemed ideal—two families of equal standing, both poised to gain from the union.
Although his father was technically the head of the Labbe family, their wealth and influence were undeniable. Tinsley’s status made her a worthy match.
Moments later, one of the bodyguards approached and spoke respectfully to Mr. Labbe. “Sir, Ms. Ormond sends her apologies. She’s busy and unable to meet with you. She also expressed her gratitude for your kind gesture but mentioned that
since the two families currently have no business dealings, she believes it is inappropriate to accept a New Year’s gift from the family patriarch.” The bodyguard emphasized the title “family patriarch” as per Mr. Labbe’s strict instructions. It was essential for his reputation; he refused to be referred to as the acting patriarch in public. One day, Mr. Labbe was determined to officially claim the title. He would not allow himself to share the same fate as the head of the Farrell family in Jensburg, who was tragically killed and disgraced after dedicating decades to his family and business. Following Clarissa’s death, Mr. Labbe had been relentless in his search for Titus, desperate to avoid a similar outcome. Receiving Ms. Ormond’s refusal did not anger him—it wasn’t the first time someone had turned him down. The bodyguard continued, “President Ormond also mentioned that your scheduled appointment time has not yet arrived. She requested that you not visit unannounced, as she is extremely busy.” Mr. Labbe let out a measured hum of acknowledgment. “I understand,” he replied. “Please deliver the New Year’s gifts to the security staff and ask them to pass them on to President Ormond. Explain that while our families do not yet have a business relationship, opportunities for collaboration may arise in the future. It is customary for friends to exchange gifts during the holidays, and there is no other significance behind it.” “Ensure the security staff conveys this message.” The bodyguards promptly executed his orders, delivering the carefully prepared gifts to the security room. The security team made an internal call to relay the message. Without waiting for a response, Mr. Labbe left the Qaxun Group headquarters with his son and their entourage. As they departed,
They encountered Tatum, who coincidentally arrived at the same moment. Unbeknownst to Mr. Labbe, Tatum was the sixth young master of the York family. However, Tatum quickly recognized the impressive nature of the departing group—it could only belong to Mr. Labbe. In Annenburg, wealthy elites often displayed their status, but few could rival the extravagance of Mr. Labbe.
Once back in his car, Mr. Labbe’s calm demeanor began to crack. His expression darkened as rage welled up within him. “I have never been humiliated like this in my life,” he hissed, his tone filled with venom. “Even when their direct bloodline was alive, they never treated me with such disrespect. And now, these two young women have refused to meet with me—again!” The bitterness in his voice was unmistakable, and his hands clenched tightly as the car sped away.