To Be Yours Again by Taylor

Chapter 697 Intense Hatred

After carefully cleaning up the spilled coffee on the floor, Jolene left the master bedroom. Right as she stepped out of the door, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

She'd been the princess of the Walter family for so many years. When had she ever done such things?

She returned to the servants' quarters and called Rowena, hoping that her mother could come up with a solution for her. However, the phone rang for a long time with no answer, and her heart grew colder with each ring.

Jolene couldn't have imagined that, at that moment, Rowena was lying in the arms of an old man. He was considered old because he was about a decade older than Graham. The man was Boris Walter, Graham's first cousin once removed.

If Graham had seen this scene, he would probably be so angry that he would want to shred the man into pieces.

Boris held Rowena in his arms as he lit a cigarette, feeling satisfied.

Although Rowena was a bit older in age, she had the charm of a mature woman, and Boris even thought she was more to his taste than those young girls.

when do you plan to take action against Graham?" Rowena

still called him "Uncle Boris," although she had always felt repulsed by this way of addressing him. However, Boris insisted that she call him that

cigarette, Boris smiled and said, "What's

to contact the others first so that well have a

Inc and was a member of the board of directors. His lifelong goal was to take Graham down and get the position of chairman for himself. It was just

him and said she wanted to suggest a collaboration, he was very surprised. But more importantly, he

like to meet them?" Rowena spoke up, as her main purpose

alone. She didn't have that much time and didn't want to wait, so she decided to rope in

nodded. "Alright, the Glasses are your family, after all. I

a clear understanding of his own capabilities and knew that

arms. "What did Graham do to offend you? Why do you hate

he dies now, I won't shed a single tear." Not only would she not shed