Now the whole world had known how much Anderson was doting Johanna.
Catherine smiled bitterly. To Anderson, she wasn’t even comparable to Isabella’s substitute.
While Catherine was quite down, Ethan messaged her, asking her to accompany him to attend a business dinner in the evening.

Ethan had helped her a lot. Now, Catherine treated him as a real friend of hers, so she would definitely help him. However, much to her surprise, she met Owen at the business dinner.

Dressed in an olive-yellow cheongsam, Catherine walked in with Ethan arm-in-arm, looking so elegant and beautiful.

When seeing her, Owen almost stopped breathing. He was so excited that he strode over to Catherine, his eyes slightly reddened.

Catherine also gaped when seeing Owen. Subconsciously, she wanted to withdraw her arm that took Ethan’s.
When she put down her hand, Ethan took the chance to grab it.

Catherine returned to her senses … she came in as Ethan’s date. She smiled at Owen and greeted him, “Good evening, Mr.
Torres.”

Her distant and cold tone caused a sharp pang in Owen’s heart.
Ethan came here for business, so Catherine was just a background board for him. After dinner, they went to Sky Club together.
With the karaoke hostesses and others’ dates in the box, all of them were enjoying smoking and drinking.

It was noisy and boring, and the box smelt bad. After informing Ethan, Catherine went out of the box and stood in front of the window for the fresh air.

Occasionally, a wait or a waitress passed by, and they would greet her. Some bold ones even called her Mrs. James.
Catherine always smiled and nodded at them in response. She couldn’t explain her relationship with Ethan to them.
Feeling a breeze, Catherine stretched her warms happily.

“Are you truly Ethan James’ girlfriend now?’

She heard Owen’s hoarse voice behind.

Catherine put away her smile. Putting down her arms, she turned around and looked at Owen. She said ruthlessly, “Yes, I am.
So, Mr. Torres, please don’t disturb my life anymore.”

While she spoke, she was almost suffocated.

In this world, except for Sophia and Lincoln, Owen was her only family.
Although they were not blood-related, they should be more like family than others.

his head with a smile. “Catherine, you know what? When you are lying to someone, you always subconsciously grip something tightly.

at Catherine’s wrist gently. Catherine looked down at her hand that was gripping the bracelet on the other.

a sigh. “I know you don’t want to put me into the mire, but what

stared at Owen in silence. He knew her very well, and she also knew him well. Once he had made up his mind, it

don’t act recklessly. I’m pretty well now. Anderson Clark has Johanna Scott, so

giving up your piano,” Catherine mumbled. Owen smiled more deeply. “If

course, I would,” Catherine answered

‘That’s it.”

smile

felt more relaxed. After all, their friendship had last over

Catherine refused. She hailed a

browsing the news online, she couldn’t see any gossip relevant to Anderson and Johanna. However, there were a lot of comments

two. Moreover, Clark Group was always behind all the shows and programs that Johanna

of people had already taken Johanna

in Anderson’s study, looking annoyed. “All the traces that relevant to Miss Johnson six years ago seemingly have been erased by someone. I’ve just found a clue, but when I looked into it, it

“If someone has done something, there must be a trace. If it couldn’t be found out, that means the

about the man who

we’ve done to him, he was unwilling to confess. I’ve checked his background … he’s not married and he has no family left

face became cold as if it had been covered with ice. There was a knock on the door of

and walked in. With an annoyed face, he reported, “Mr. Clark, we’ve found the

Anderson’s face turned colder.

also hadn’t expected that the result would be like this. Worried, he added, “Probably we

suddenly stood up. ‘I’ll interrogate

the basement of Ziting

and nervous. Seeing Anderson and Arthur

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