After a few seconds, her reason gave in to the devil inside. She wanted to escape.

She walked along the corridor with the support of the wall, daring not to turn back.

She cursed Leslie, "You are dead! How dare you drag me?”

Ivan saw her staggering alone and realized that something was wrong with her. He walked toward her, his hand in his pockets. After all, they used to work together.

When Ivan had just passed the door, it opened again. One step out, Leslie saw the cold, unapproachable back of Ivan.

He frowned. Was it Ivan?

He stepped back as if being electrocuted. After a few seconds, he calmed down and carefully poked his head out.

What was Ivan doing there? Leslie didn’t expect to see Ivan here.

The luxurious corridor smelt good.

Due to her suffering, Catherine stopped again. She turned and leaned against the wall, rubbing her temples with her eyes down.

Suddenly, she paused. Staring at the Gucci leather shoes that came into her sight, she couldn't help thinking of Ivan. It was his favorite brand.

wishing to meet

dragged?” Ivan saw it

voice reached her ears like an electric

frustration. At some

“Yes.” Ivan looked calm.

gradually disappeared. She was at a loss,

around, Leslie quickly retracted

already had the answer. Who else could it be if

was moved by Ivan's words of concern. Her nose went sour as

she saw Ivan take out his

pushed him. “What are you

to the hospital.”

was greatly let down. “It's none of

he ask someone else to

Couldn't he do it?

he ever cared.

gaze, which was

“Did you come here just to make things worse? You know Leslie would do things to me, don’t you? You are just here to

Holding the phone, Ivan asked patiently, “Shall I call

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