Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 3
The plot twist happened so quickly that Catherine suspected she had drunk too much.

Such a thought remained until Freya came to tap her on the shoulder. She said sympathetically, “Don’t get too upset. It’s not easy to capture the heart of a tall, wealthy, and handsome man. Keep it up—”

“No. He told me to meet him at the entrance of the registry office tomorrow at 10 a.m.,” Catherine replied with a dazed look.

“…”

Freya remained uncannily quiet for a moment before she burst out laughing. “Congratulations on becoming Ethan’s aunt!”

Catherine asked, “You believe him?”

Freya forcefully pinched Catherine’s soft face.

“Why not? Please. With your naturally pure look, you can easily beat those young ladies in the entertainment industry. If I were a man, I’d fall in love with you at first sight. Let’s go and have a drink to celebrate your marriage.”

Catherine seriously wondered how much Freya had drunk while she was away.

However, Catherine began to have a hangover after drinking alcohol just now. She felt her head becoming heavy.

A Bentley Mulsanne slowly moved toward the pub entrance.

The valet opened the car door, and Shaun subsequently went to the backseat. He undid the two buttons of his shirt over his front chest while leaning against the leather seat lazily. “Didn’t I tell you to keep it low-key?”

Hadley Young politely replied, “This is actually the cheapest car in the Hill family’s house.”

frowned a little. “Who else

one except

appearance just now was sheer coincidence. “Find out who

morning sun shone

asleep, was

her eyes, she saw Ethan opening the door and

the room, roared. “This is my

stared keenly at Catherine who had bloodshot

that moment,

together for so many years.” After some thought, Freya turned around and left, closing

the edge of the bed, Ethan stretched out his hand

Catherine dodged away from his

fist. “Cathy, you’re probably unaware that the Jones family has decided to give Rebecca

so shocked that her lips turned pale.

true. Your dad

have

back then. Tears began to

but I’ll leave our wedding on the back-burner. As you know, my dad has an

“Bullsh*t.”

of his grasp and threw insults at him. “You’re only 25 years old. Even if you don’t get any inheritance from your family,

“You’re too naive.”

stood up slowly, hiding the emotions in his eyes. He said helplessly, “It’s not

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