Chapter 619
Chapter 619:
“Mr. Barton has already reached out to the Prescott family,” he pointed out. “Clearly, there’s something about you that caught his attention p>
Madonna shook her head, still unsure. “With our situation, would someone like Mr. Barton really take us seriously?” she asked, her voice laced with doubt.
Her father leaned forward, his gaze intent. “Madonna, with the Barton family’s power and wealth, even if he doesn’t marry you, being connected to him could rewrite our fate overnight. It’s time to stop chasing a lost cause p>
Her mother chimed in eagerly. “Exactly! And I checked online—Mr. Barton is not only wealthy but also strikingly handsome p>
Madonna’s cheeks flushed slightly as her thoughts drifted. “He is indeed handsome,” she admitted softly. “I saw him on campus once. He’s so refined and charismatic—unlike anyone else p>
“That settles it, then!” her father declared. “Go put on your best outfit. I’ll call a stylist right away p>
Resolved, Madonna headed upstairs to choose her most elegant dress. Her parents beamed with pride, and even her brother, Jewell Prescott, couldn’t hide his approval.
“Madonna, you look stunning,” Jewell remarked. “No wonder Mr. Barton has taken notice of you p>
Her earlier nervousness began to fade, replaced by a budding confidence spurred on by her family’s admiration.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Expecting the stylist, Madonna’s mother hurried to answer it. But instead of a stylist, she found several men in black suits, their expressions unreadable.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice wary.
One of the men stepped forward. “Mr. Barton sent us over p>
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She blinked in surprise. “So soon? But Madonna hasn’t even gotten ready yet p>
The man leading the group displayed impatience. “No need for all that trouble. We’re leaving immediately p>
He paused and glanced at Madonna’s parents. “You all come along too p>
“All of us… together p>
Madonna’s father was momentarily taken aback, but then his face lit up with a hint of excitement. “Mr. Barton’s being too kind. We certainly won’t disappoint him p>
How delusional! The man in the suit inwardly sneered at Madonna’s father.
As they stepped outside and spotted the car at the entrance, their surprise was evident.
“Shouldn’t it be a luxury car?” Madonna’s father murmured.
“A luxury car? These people aren’t even deserving of Mr. Barton’s luxury car,” the man thought, suppressing a sneer.
“Are you getting in, or do I need to invite you?” the man snapped.
Madonna’s father bristled at the man’s tone but kept his composure, not having met Austin yet.
Reluctantly, the Prescott family got into the less-than-impressive car.
Madonna’s father whispered to her, “When you meet Mr. Barton later, make sure to impress him. Once you win him over, mention today’s treatment. Some people need to be reminded of their place p>
Madonna nodded, equally put off by the man’s demeanor. She was determined to discuss it once she met Austin.
Once the Prescott family was inside, the man locked the car doors.
Initially, the family didn’t notice anything unusual.
But as the car left the city behind and pulled up in front of a dilapidated warehouse, their unease grew.
“Mr. Barton has quite the unique taste, liking a place like this,” Madonna’s father said nervously, his voice faltering.