Mikayla browsed through the headlines, all filled with almost identical messages. It clearly said that Jaxon bid on Frederic's necklace, but for some unknown reason, Carlos finally got it. Some said that Jaxon didn't have much money, so the auction sold the necklace to Carlos, some said that Jaxon knew that Carlos bought it to marry Mikayla, so he forgone it; and others said that Carlos snatched it from him. Anyway, there were all kind of versions.

There was also a photo of them holding hands at the auction, with another photo in the lower right corner showing Jaxon and Mikayla leaving one after another, which looked embarrassing. The two photos formed a stark contrast.

There were a lot of comments below. A netizen: [Wow... Carlos and Mikayla are a perfect match!] Another netizen: [Looking forward to their wedding! I wonder what it will be like.] Another netizen: [Mikayla left Jaxon and met her true love! She's being overly spoiled...] Another netizen: [I saw them behaving affectionately, and I went home silently to punish my boyfriend who never held my hand by asking him to make amends for his action...]

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Another netizen: [My dad went to the auction and sat beside them! They held hands throughout the auction, and he even heard Carlos say to Mikayla that something she likes is priceless. After my dad came back, he was very kind to my mother...]

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Before Mikayla finished, her phone rang again. It was a few messages from Juliet: [Can't you keep a low profile? Ever since you have been with Carlos, is it interesting to be on the headlines every day? I don't know if I can make the headlines when I get married.] Mikayla just smiled, put the phone aside, and didn't reply.

When she was about to work, her phone rang again. Mikayla saw a string of strange numbers. She thought, 'Could it be the person who Carlos said would send the necklace from yesterday's auction?' But before she left, she purposely greeted Sylvia.

After thinking for a while, Mikayla answered the phone. "Hello," she said politely.

"Mikayla..." Deidre said.

and Mikayla knew who it was. After a while, her tone sounded aloof. "What's the

to meet you,"

Xosa on purpose and ask to meet me?' She didn't want to see her again. Deidre

as she hung up, the phone rang again. Staring at the constantly blinking phone screen and the non-stop ringtone, Mikayla hung up decisively and blocked it. She didn't want to see Deidre, and there was no need to spend time with her. The phone

noon, Carlos came to deliver the food. She didn't tell him Deidre had called or even asked to meet her. After all, Carlos picked her up when she was on and off duty now, so she didn't have to worry about it. She believed Deidre wouldn't do anything out of line to her

an illusion, Quinnlyn knocked on her office door. "Ms. Salvatore, the receptionist downstairs says a ma'am named

down

Then she made a mark on the document and told Quinnlyn, "Tell her to wait in the reception area." She thought, 'It seems that Deidre is determined to meet me. That sounds about right. Cartos has no feelings for Deidre, but

was half an

reception area for customers, with floor-to-ceiling windows. One could have a good view of the working environment on this floor and also see the outside of Xosa. Deidre was dressed in black and white casual clothes, sitting quietly in front of the glass window. She looked like she had aged. Mikayla thought, 'Maybe if it was me who went through those things

"What do you

in her hands and drank the coffee. She didn't look good as she smiled bitterly. "Mikayla, don't think you have beaten me! We are all the same

I don't want to know. Since you know what kind of person Carlos is, why did you stay with him for seven years?" Before Deidre answered, she continued, "If you are here to persuade me today,

happened to those men who almost bullied you?"

it was only for

not want to know

get

newspaper two days later, right? Carlos was bloody. He tied all those people the back of the yacht and

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