Shining Bright After Rebirth

Chapter 203 Hatred

Jeff was at a loss for words for a long time.

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Diana looked at him coldly, her voice icy. "Jeff, I've already cut ties with your family. Why can't you just leave me alone? You always plan to ruin me in front of others. What exactly have I done to wrong your family?" she asked.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You've always been malicious. I smelled perfume as soon as I walked in, so someone must've set me up. And you're always scheming against Queenie anyway, so it's natural I'd suspect you," Jeff insisted. "Jeff, you keep plotting against me and then blaming me for it. Maybe I should show everyone here how Queenie seduces men. I have a video. How about I let everyone enjoy it during Mr. Foliot's birthday banquet?" Diana retorted. "Diana, why are you always targeting me?" Queenie cried.

Diana frowned, looking at Queenie with disdain. "This is Mr. Foliot's house, his banquet. Why are you crying here?

"Aren't you just bringing bad luck? Weren't you the one who kept crying and insisting that I was scheming against you? "It's you who's been targeting me all along, and now that the. evidence is here, you're trying to turn it on me? Chapter 203 Hatred

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"With so many people watching, you're talking so smoothly. Did you at least wipe your mouth after using the restroom?

"And Mr. Foliot is turning seventy. There's only one-seventieth birthday in a person's life. Couldn't you have cleared your eyes before accusing someone?

ruin Mr. Foliot's birthday banquet? You can see how

always like to use power

she'd use their

but she

Queenie framed her. But after so many times, she had

you. Why are you trying to ruin my relationship with Mr. Foliot..." Queenie

you were holding an umbrella. Even outsiders can see this scheme, let alone someone

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might fool the oblivious, but others would definitely see

didn't..."

angrily, looking at Queenie before turning away. His angry gaze was

only Diana and a

could you be so vicious,

face. How could someone like him be her

with hatred. "How could I have your blood running through my veins? I wish I'd