Chapter 768

Chapter 768

She raised her hand and forcefully wiped the corner of her lips. Tears rolled down her cheeks in a flash.

As she turned around, Waverly grabbed the bag by her side and ran outside the door. Wyatt then tugged at the corner of his mouth, completely lost in his thoughts. He couldn't help but think about the aftertaste. Suddenly, there came a burst of crackling sounds followed by the noisy voice of a woman.

"Ack" The voice sounded.

"Miss, are you alright? Ah, your clothes..." Another lady sounded.

Then, he heard the sound of kicking and footsteps rushing down the stairs

As he slowly walked out, Wyatt looked up and saw the servants on the corridor picking up the trays. At that moment, a white figure had dashed out of the building.

After rushing out of the door in one breath, Waverly kept wiping the corners of her mouth. "B*stard! B*stard! Pervert! You're a pervert!" She cried out loud into the open. The rain was still pattering on her body but she paid it no mind.

As soon as she looked up, she noticed that the street was empty. There was no one in sight, let alone a taxi. In an instant, her stream of tears flowed even more vigorously.

"What should I do? It's so dark. Do I still go out?" Waverly thought to herself.

As she pulled her jacket off, Waverly sniffed sadly, her eyes a wet shade of red. Then, an idea came to mind, and she took out her mobile phone to call Franklin. When she found his number, her gaze fell on her half-exposed calf. What would he think if he saw her like this? How would she explain it?

She bellowed in her heart.

She sniffled and turned off her cell phone. It was already midnight - what could she do? It was too late and it wasn't safe to take a taxi. Who could she trouble? Should she stay here until dawn?

Large teardrops slowly rolled down her cheeks. "Dad, Harry, I miss you..." Waverly cried to herself as she thought about how she was being bullied.

Waverly pursed her lips and continued sniffing; her sinus was acting up because of how hard she was

crying.

of me? If I was in Yecaeus City, I would've let Harry beat you till you're toothless! I'd peel off your skin bit by bit." Waverly thought

on the ground, a black figure suddenly descended. She

umbrella. "Miss, don't be afraid. I mean no harm!"

was gangsters to her -even the man before her seemed to be

butler came once more. "Every visitor is an honored guest and we have to treat them well! I'm the butler

to himself, "Don't refuse me, please don't refuse

black car had slowly driven

dried clothes were wet once again. Waverly, who had

lift should be fine, as long

welcome. This

of the car as he held an

We're just the help,

really wanted to tell her in all honesty that she shouldn't

sorry that I'd...dirty your car!" Wasn't he going to

are you talking about, Miss? Get in the car! There

headed out. She was also handed a glass of

that there was indeed a lot of spare utilities in the car,

Thank goodness!

She wasn't that unlucky!

for an excuse to personally send her home. He then drove around before

got home, Waverly took a quick shower and brushed multiple times. When she thought of her boyfriend, she couldn't help but cry out again, "You're a f*cker! B*stard! You're a

she touched

so

around and pulled it over before stumbling across a pair of scissors. She was about to make a move. However, after thinking

advantage of me yet I still failed to achieve my goal.

in her hands, she would still have an excuse even if she had no choice but to plead to him once more. She just

couldn't help but sigh. "How did Franklin offend such a person? How could he be shameless enough to ask her to do that? What a

couldn't tell her family about this! If her father knew, he would definitely have a terrible impression

can definitely stomp

she found a pen and doodled turtles on the shirt. After she felt relieved, she threw the shirt into a basket, yawned and climbed up to bed. She fell asleep soon after. After leaving the hospital and

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