Sir Ares, Goodnight

Josephine drove Rose straight to a bar. She booked a VIP private room, and the two of them had a long conversation inside.

"Let's talk about it. What the hell is going on between you and Zayne?" Josephine asked with enthusiasm.

Rose had no idea where to begin...

Josephine continued, "How did the two of you meet?"

Rose omitted the part about fate and previous lives." When I first came back, I was strapped for cash. So I went online and looked for a job. Zayne was the only person who offered me one."

"Thus, you're grateful to him. The kind of gratefulness that slowly blossomed into love, right?" Josephine was emotionally stirred up.

Rose replied, "Josie, the other day when you saw me in his arms, it was truly an accident. Zayne was the one who plotted the whole thing. He wanted Mr. Ares to see that we're intimate and deliberately tried to make things hard for Mr. Ares and me."

"Why would he want to frame you?"

Rose took out a business card from her bag and handed it to Josephine. "I think it's probably because of this."

Josephine looked at the business card, and her pupils

dilated in shock. "Executive President of Severe Enterprise? Aren't you amazing, Rose Loyle? You didn't reveal yourself, yet you snatched away Zayne's position?" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

current expression

belonged to her from the

even like this

and he's deliberately setting you up to frame you?"

had relieved Josephine of all of her previous suspicions. However, it could not cure Josephine's torment from having lost her

with

"We'll drink till dawn."

mind was not necessarily better

for Jay seemed to have been intercepted by a demon. She had no one to confide to about the sufferings in

could drown her sorrows with

two women ordered plenty of wine and got as drunk as

sorrow they felt once the alcohol got into their heads turned into utter misery, then to an endless

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was three o'clock in the

feel an ounce of drowsiness. Instead, he sat on a chair next to the study table, sinking his tall gigantic body into the chair with

been putting his brain into thoughts the whole night. If Angeline had given up on

as she was happy, it would be sufficient

shift all his attention and energy to work. Only by this method would he not go insane from missing her. Nonetheless, all the ideas he built up in his head came

caller ID was

almost immediately swiped the screen to pick