No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

“I won’t give it to you no matter what. I will bring the heirloom with me even if I die. I will cremate the heirloom with me and take it to Mother again. Stop your wishful thinking. You didn’t believe her and drove her out of the house when she was alive. Don’t blame her for being mean to you because you deserve her desertion. For too long, I have seen her weeping alone in the dark. But you? Hah…” Rachel gave him a cold sneer and flayed him with a menacing glance.

‘Bam!’

An abrupt and loud sound caught Rachel off guard and flustered her.

She furrowed, “Forget about it. Let’s not meet or have dinner with each other again. I do not have the appetite. I’m sure you don’t either.”

Rachel was getting flurried with pesky hunger and stomach discomfort, yet she refused to stay and eat with this sc*mbag. She might puke eating with this man!

Perhaps her stomach discomfort was rage induced. She was determined to stay away from men! Especially sc*mbags!

Vincent gave her a stern look and stood on his feet, “You stay. I’ll go.”

promptly strutted out of the

say a word but looked at him furrowed, wondering if it was a gimmick. Eventually, Vincent really did leave

gone. Then, the waiter served the food, and she chomped down both dishes

she was told that Vincent had already paid for

surprised Rachel. After their heated argument, she didn’t think he would pay

to show that he was

Rachel couldn’t be bothered. After all, he was wealthy and

no clue that in a near distance, Vincent was watching her from his car until

cigarette and puffed out a smoke ring. Then, he browsed through

three tabloid stings that revolved

triangle, commiseration for Will, and a scandal about Will and

mood immediately turned from

couldn’t help but

he gave