Jean narrowed his eyes wearily, appraising Bianca from head to toe. "When you were sixteen or seventeen, you were all soft and cuddly. But now you're covered in thorns, defensive thorns that stuck out when you're exposed for who you really

are."

Bianca listened to Jean's insults and remembered all of the ridiculous accusations he had hurled at her yesterday.

His tone could be so very sharp when he was trying to hurt someone.

It pierced thousands of holes into Bianca's heart, leaving her bloody and bruised.

She had completely given up now.

"It's almost time to work now," Bianca said calmly as she walked past him.

However, Jean grabbed her wrist, holding onto her tightly and forcibly pulling her back. His eyes red, he howled, "We haven't cleared this up yet. How can we go to work?!"

Just then, Nina ran out in a hurry. "What are you doing, Jean? Let Bea go!"

Bianca was wearing her compulsory high heels to work. Her heels were very low, but that did not mean they were steady. Jean's pulling her hand had

instantly caused her to sprain her left ankle.

She bore the pain and yanked her hand away from Jean while Nina tried to pry her brother's large hand away. The next second, Bianca plucked the ring from her left hand and threw it at Jean's face, her expression determined.

When she next raised her head, Bianca said, "Starting from today, we're through."

Bianca's tone was monotonous. Although she was furious, she had to grit her teeth and keep her calm.

If she did not, she would suffer a terrible defeat! 1

To think that over the past five years, the best actors were Jean and Marie Rayne.

1

Nina said she had once advised her brother to stay away from Marie, and Jean had explicitly said that he never had anything to do with her either.

that she had been the one

here and now, Marie was sitting next to the fountain in front of the company, doing her make-up a s she smiled into her hand mirror,

her lips, refusing to show

his nose. He raised his hand and caught it, the pressure building behind his eyes as he looked at the ring in his hand. After a long time, he raised his gaze to look at Bianca. "We're through? You can say it so

to calm down." Nina looked at her brother and then at her best friend,

coldly. "I'm calm because I know

all you have to say to me?!" Jean clenched his fists,

in me saying anything anymore. I'll just be wasting my breath." Bianca withstood the pain in her

expression instantly turned dark

her brother tightly. "You're at work here! Do you want everyone to know about everything? I'm begging you, Bro, other people are

suddenly turned red. That was right, she had a terrible past she could not erase. If Jean went

reasonable, logical Jean she

ago, she cared the most about things like her reputation when it

is she to you? Why do you give a flip about her? Is your brain made

left, clenching his hands into fists again. He remembered the imported flowers Bianca had received, he remembered what Marie said, he remembered the advice from Bianca's neighbor, that older lady named Daisy... After that, he looked at his sister with madness in his eyes, saying," I fell for her tricks once because I believed

walked into

head low as she walked, her brain a complete

"Miss Bea."

her ears, Bianca felt someone hug her leg

playfully, "Miss Bea, I've been hiding here and waiting

in the company did not seem to recognize the

quietly, trying to

leg, mumbling," Miss Bea, why

the document. He immediately found that the young master had vanished, and he searched around for the boy to no avail. Finally, Ke had no choice but to check the surveillance camera footage, starting from when the young master had left the car to see

not tell where he had leaped out from, but in any case, he was currently hugging Bianca's leg

On the first floor.

Bianca's phone rang.

saw that the

Jason said, "Miss Rayne, could you send

Mr. Crawford is quite angry right

to the top floor, so she

bring

that, Miss

stopped halfway through that

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