Sir Ares, Goodnight

Francis stared at Zayne's swollen face. "Don't tell me that even the places she hit you were the same as the places that Angel used to hit you." Zayne looked at Francis in a daze. "Tell me, did my sister get reincarnated?"

Francis was speechless. "As if. She's just putting on an act to trick you and your father. She must be a very experienced commercial spy." Zayne quietly let go of Francis' hand, his expression becoming crestfallen.

Francis held his chin as if he was deep in thought." But what are her motives for acting like Angel and getting close to Severe Enterprise?"

Zayne said, "I have to expose her true identity, so my father wouldn't get tricked by her."

When he brought up his father, Zayne became anxious and started complaining about him. "My father has lived for so long and gone through so much that he's almost got one foot in the grave already. How could he be so incompetent?

"Tell me, between me and him, who's the real failure here?"

Francis glanced at him wordlessly. "In my opinion, you both have your flaws."

Zayne sighed. "Oh, if only my grandfather and sister were still here."

Because Zayne refused to cooperate, Rose felt very helpless. In the end, she decided to show up herself and settle the film and television contract case on behalf of Severe Enterprise.

When she took the initiative to contact Jay, it seemed as if he had disappeared into thin air. She called his phone, but no one picked up. When she went to look for him at Grand Asia, he was avoiding her too and refused to meet her.

Severe Enterprise and Ares Enterprises was Severe Enterprise's lifeline. She could not

a different approach. On Wednesday, she arrived at Garden Of A Diary early in the morning. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

Young Master has been very busy these few days. He'd leave very early in the morning and come back late. If you

a day off

children would be

was bored and wandered in the garden of the

first time she had

the garden

caressing the

three petals are tightly wrapped around the stamen. One is you, one is me, and who's the other

kept the bougainvillea

the perfect family that they

However...

not mean what he was saying at all. It

stood there, tears falling

were thick-mouthed jacarandas planted all over the courtyard. The flowering season had passed, and only the green leaves and straight