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.

don't talk to me like

They were surrounded by guests, and

he had openly

stopped struggling, looking at Warren with

kind where you want to see

you were

everyone believed the woman in the room was me, you stood by

the camera, you even stepped aside

really think I don't understand

end, you see me as someone tainted, and by shaming

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

those words, Sylvia yanked the scarf from

nerve, Warren's anger flared, and his

stepped in

important. You wouldn't want to

this, Warren, valuing his

out of the hotel

his suit open, one

his features slightly obscured

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