Sold To a Handsome Trillionaire by Wanda Lowe

Sold To a Handsome Trillionaire

Chapter 316 Who Said You Could Leave?

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aroline's face wasn't the only thing drenched in red wine. Her collar, shoulders, and dress were all stained with the deep crimson hue.

She bit her lip lightly, keeping her eyes shut until the cold trickle from above finally stopped. Only then did she slowly open them.

Just as she did, David turned away, tossing the empty wine glass to the side with effortless case.

Crash!

The glass shattered on the floor, breaking into countless shards.

Elizabeth's phone was still pointed at Caroline, recording every second of her humiliation.

"Got enough footage?" Caroline asked, meeting the camera lens directly.

Elizabeth finally put away her phone and spoke with false concern. "Caroline, Mr. Ellison just wanted you to back down a little, but you're too stubborn. Look, now you've suffered for it. You tried to record evidence of me and Mr. Ellison together, talking about splitting his assets. Of course, he got angry. You almost made me fall? That was nothing. The real reason he humiliated you like this was because you provoked him. Learn from this, okay? Don't make the same mistake next time."

Caroline let out a cold laugh. "Thanks for the advice. Now, get

lost."

do you plan to show

hem of her dress and twirled gracefully

wiping his hands, his gaze lowered, exuding his usual

left in absolute

red. Her hair, sticky and disheveled,

She looked utterly pathetic.

what Caroline had done

been

wiping herself clean. Instead, she turned to Boris. "Mr. Boris, I'm sorry,

need to go home and

I'll have a driver take

I'll get a

could finish, David's voice

said you

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her hands clenching and unclenching at

said I

"I don't."

being

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her palm. He wanted her to stay like this, to let everyone see her in this state,

forced to smile