Serve No One This Life

Chapter 122 A Hundred Times More Handsome Than Louis

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Angela was rendered speechless. She was not familiar with Yusof, but judging from his daily attire and extravagant spending, he was probably wealthy or noble.

After all, Cassie’s family background was actually quite good. Even though she was not from the best branch of the Hayes Family, it was at least a prominent family in Riverdon and leagues above ordinary people. Since no one from the Hayes Family had intervened, they must be happy to see it happen.

In the past, Angela would have advised Cassie to bravely fight for her love if she liked someone, without leaving any regrets behind! However, she now admired Cassie’s magnanimity. A man who loved another woman was like a piece of dog poop, smelly and unsightly.

She reached out and poked Cassie’s face. “Yeah, don’t be foolish and fall for a man who is already taken. Just move on. The next one will be better.”

A crush was like a dazzling but empty firework, and when she met someone truly worth liking, she would slowly forget about it.

Cassie glanced at Angela in surprise, then pouted. “If you can control your feelings, it’s not called love anymore! He likes Sarah now, and if I say anything, I probably won’t even be able to remain friends with him. I can only watch from afar,”

“However, I heard that Sarah has a boyfriend. Yusof was about to give up, but when her family got into trouble last time, he helped her out a lot, and he took that opportunity to get close to her again.”

Angela chuckled. “Isn’t that being a third wheel? Find someone with morals to like.”

Cassie pursed her lips and didn’t say anything. She was just trying hard, and she hadn’t succeeded yet.

Suddenly, Angela felt her phone vibrating in her hand, and a small envelope flew across the screen, indicating a text message. She opened it and saw that it was from Jonathan.

“What time does the event end?‘

Angela’s heart suddenly tightened. Does Jonathan know?

She had forgotten that Oliver was protecting her. When she came here, Jonathan must have known.

She nervously stood up, then told Cassie that she had to go out for a while, and quickly ran out with her phone to make a call.

The call was answered quickly, and Angela hurriedly explained, “Jonathan, I didn’t plan to come, but my friend dragged me here. I was going to leave at eight and go home to read.”

On the other end of the phone, Jonathan chuckled lightly. I’m not blaming you. It’s just that it’s a mixed crowd over there. Be careful, and if anything happens, call Oliver. I’ll pick you up when it ends.”

2000s were chaotic, with all sorts of people, and there were many cases of girls getting into trouble. Unlike the more open–minded thinking of the next decade, many older people even thought that

obediently replied. “I’ll

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them a happy birthday, and then leave, probably

Jonathan replied calmly, “Okay.”

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Oliver looked at Jonathan’s cold face in the rearview mirror and asked

understand why they were waiting in the car if they

dark eyes lowered, glancing over the now darkened phone screen. Let’s wait

was low and

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felt much

her tracks, her clear eyes staring calmly at the scene in front

was dim and only half of the girl’s face was visible,

Linda.

turned her head, and her gaze met Angela’s directly. Her already pale face turned even paler. exuding

the edge of an abyss, as if a single breeze could become the final straw that caused her to plunge

she put away her

Suddenly, she raised her thin arms and fiercely pushed the chubby man away She hugged herself as she trembled, wishing she were

eyes suddenly revealed a hint of malice as he

acting all high and mighty. Do you know how much money

already drunk and wailed into the microphone, singing so badly that even ghosts would refuse to listen Meanwhile, Cassie

he sat next to Louis while drinking heavily with a serious

minutes/ Judging by Yusof’s drunken state, it

over to the door to say something

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“Where did you go