Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 364

Ruby watched as Kevan shut the door behind him, darkness lashing momentarily through her eyes as her fists clenched, and she nearly ground her own teeth to dust. Her little actions did not go unnoticed by Dylan, but he remained as cool as a cucumber and acted as if he saw nothing

“Ms. Cole. Mr, Rogers said that you had suffered serious comestic abuse? He continued the subject from before.

“Yes” The moment Kevan left. Ruby’s attitude toward Dyan became cold at once. She did not even look at him while she spoke. Her attitude cid not surprise Dylan, even though he fell discomfited with it. But it was precisely because he know what sort of person she was that he was able to accept it. He thought with some amount of dark glee. “I wonder what sort of attitude or expression she will show when she finds nul Kevan and are best friends?”

“Could you provide me with the details and informat on you gave to the previous lawyer?” Dylan asked.

“I don’t have them with me right now.” Ruby denied him at once. “If you want them, find Mr. Rogers.” With that, she did not care how Dylan would react standing up and dismissing him at once. “I’m a little tired. Mr. Shields. Il there’s nothing else, please leave at once. We can talk about the divorce at a later date.”

If he did not reed to maintain his professional lawyer image, Dylan would have snapped back long ago.

sola and cating takeout. Just how

course, I will take my leave then.” He dug out a business card and left it on the coffee table. “Please make an appointment with me

very

he suddenly heard a lant, soft meow. That sound clearly came from a kitten. He suddenly recalled

surveyed the room, seemingly cosing for that kitten. However, the animal

see you of Mr. Shields. Huby

kitten, he could not remain any longer. The door nearly scraped against his back as it closed. Dylan had only waked away a few steps when he heard the woman inside shrieking as if she had gone mad. “Cut Get out here you fucking shit of a cal!”

heart Date the

clamped around Dylan’s elevator arrived, he

still parked

as he expected, Kevan was inside, a cigarelle pinched between the lingers of his right hand. Kevan’s expression was despondent, his eyes hall–narrowed. He