When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 192 We Lost Ms. Spencer

Whitney froze mid–told, herbunds clutching a blouse as Westley’s enraged voice blared through the phone.

“Mr. Howard Senior personally came to call off the engagement! What the hell did you do to make him so angry? Do you realize what this means? Without the marriage, the spencer family is finished! You’re trying to minus, aren’t you, you ungrateful bral

Her heart raced at the unexpected news. She Minked, trying to process. “You’re saying Grandpa himself came to break it off?”

“ar it hadn’t beenhim, I wouldn’t have believed

Whitner’s mind spain.

westley formed.

furious about Stella’s scandal with Emily, Rebecca faced Stella to move to Solaria under the guise of “meeting a new suitor. But everyone knew it was just a way to sweep the messunder the nig. With her sister out of the picture, Westley had timed all his hopes onto Whitney, banking everything on her marriage to Damian to revive the Sprinos family

But now, even that was shipping through his fingen.

When he left, Mr. Howard Senior said, “It was my mistake. They’re just not a good match It’s better to call it off now” And then he had the audacity to tell me to stop interfering with the younger generation!”

Whitney could almost see Westley’s face, red with sage, as he paced hack and faith in his office.

“You’re going to march over to the Howard residence right now and fix this Apologize, grovel do whatever it takes You hear me? if you don’t, you’ll drag this

nails against her skall, she pulled the phone

I’m leaving for a business trip. We’ll talk about this when I’m

Do you think your job is more important than saving this family?”

ended the call and tossed her phone onto the

office, her mind chumed. Why

his parting words: “If you don’t want to come, don’t make excuses. Just tell me.”

Did he already know she had

slow down. Her fingers tapped restlessly on the steering

biggest obstacle. With it dissolved, she finally had her treedom. Did she still need to send the report to the authorities?

Grandpa. He’d always treated her like family, shielding

handle Damlan. It

she decided. That was what

waiting in her car at the

my car,” Amy said, gesturing to the passenger seat of her sleek BMW

and climbed in “How long

a day,” Amy replied, pulling out

they hit the highway, Whitney sent Yvette a quick text letting her how she’d

quiet rest area a

the restroom,” Amy said,

replied, unbuckling ber saratbelt.

was nearly deserted–there were no lines and no noise. As Whitney entered, she heard

water still gushing from