Chapter 274

Warren approached Sylvia, his face looking like he just swallowed a sour lemon.

The moment he spoke, it was with that familiar tone of someone who's been battered by life.

"Sylvia, are you laughing at me too? In the end, he always seems to have the upper hand."

"Do you have some kind of persecution complex, Mr. Warren?" Sylvia shot back coldly.

"What... what did you call me?"

Warren stared at Sylvia, bewildered.

Sylvia repeated, "Mr. Warren."

"Sylvia, don't be like this. I just..."

"You just noticed my scarf and thought you'd use it to take a jab at Uncle Rupert, right?" Sylvia interrupted, "Don't say you like me. I can't handle that."

With that, she turned to leave.

Warren's eyes darkened as he grabbed her wrist, preventing her from walking away.

talk to me like that. You

tightened. They were surrounded by guests, and

and he had openly admitted to his

looking at Warren with

you want to see how deep I can

you were lurking in the shadows, I

yet when everyone believed the woman in the room was me,

the camera,

really think I don't

someone tainted, and by shaming me, you think

to humiliate him through me. You don't like me; you like the usefulness of Sylvia. But I am not your

those words, Sylvia yanked

Warren's anger flared, and his

in

to

this, Warren, valuing his

of the hotel

glowing between his fingers, his suit open, one hand in his pocket, exuding an

his features slightly obscured by the

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