A Spoonful of Sugar: Don’t Beg for Love

Chapter 672



Chapter 672

Although Ehren was ready for an open and honest chat today, he did not expect Hestia to be this rude

and went for the most crucial question directly.

"What’s wrong?" Hestia met Ehren’s gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Can’t I ask this question?"

Ehren shook his head a little irritably. "The answer to this question is very long and complicated, so

give me some time to sort things out... The current decline that the Sulzbachs are going through all

branches from this matter. Do you know about the hallucinogenic drug case that Benjamin Lane and

Uncle Idris investigated together back in the day?"

"The hallucinogenic drug case?"

After reiterating what Ehren just said, Hestia paused for a short moment and then shook her head. "I

haven’t heard of it, and it hasn’t been mentioned in the information that I found... Is this matter

important?”

"Yes, the tragedies faced by the Sulzbachs and the Tuckers all stem from this case." Ehren’s voice

deepened.

Hestia subconsciously gazed at Nathaniel, but his face looked expressionless as if the Tuckers that

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Hestia nodded. "Then let’s start with this case. Besides, you definitely didn’t come here to answer my

questions."

Glancing languidly at the faces of the two men sitting in front of her, Hestia straightened her posture.

"What do you want from me? I like everything to be listed out first so that I won’t be framed by others

with the terms and conditions that come with the information that I want."

"I want you to marry me," Nathaniel said directly, and before Hestia could say anything, Jessie’s eyes

had widened to the extent that her eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

‘No way, how this man presented his terms doesn’t even abide by basic law at all!'

Of course, Hestia did not think that Nathaniel proposed marriage out of love for her, so she lifted her

eyes and said, "Give me a reason."

"In exchange for the information that you want now." Nathaniel looked straight into Hestia’s eyes. "You

must have realized during this period of time that you can’t find anything about the Sulzbachs

anywhere else. Not even the informant network that the Deschamps have always been proud of can do

anything about it."

Hestia knew that Nathaniel was telling the truth, but getting married would inevitably involve a lot of

interests.

‘Nathaniel doesn’t want to marry me but wants the Deschamps to help him with something. However,

it’s just a piece of news. It’s not worth me putting the entire Deschamps family forward as a bargaining

chip.’

"I need to think about it. You should know that I can’t make this decision easily." Hestia and Nathaniel

confronted each other.

Nathaniel nodded, took a glimpse at the watch on his wrist, and said, "I’ll give you twenty minutes to

think about it."

Jessie was dumbfounded.

‘At first, I thought Nathaniel was a very sweet person, but now it seems that he’s completely different

from the Mr. Polite that I imagined him to be... But why does it look as if Hestia still wants to think about

it?!’

Twenty minutes was not too short of a time period, but it was still a little too hasty for one to decide on a

marriage.

Hestia lowered her head and sent a text message to her father. She did not tell him what had

happened directly but asked him questions deviously instead.

[Hestia: Father, is the person from the Sulzbachs very important to you?]

The other party replied almost instantly, and the message was very concise, containing only three

words.

[Charles: They're very important.]

Hestia knew Charles’s style of handling things. If it was not extremely important, he would not answer

her question in this manner.

[Hestia: What if the Deschamps have to pay a small price for the answer that you’re looking for?]

Charles did not answer directly this time around.

[Charles: What price are we talking about?]


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