"She said she would be back with her fiance in two days,” Yvette said.
Mark clenched the file in his hand and walked forward, his expression becoming normal again.
"Where are you going, Mark?" Yvette looked at him from behind, wondering if he could still not forget Raine Valentine.
He paused and turned around with his eyebrows raised. "The washroom."
"Your aunt has something to say to you: it is time to settle down; you are not young anymore," Yvette said after eyeing him.
Mark looked calm, not revealing his emotions. "Let me go to the washroom first, Mom."
As soon as he was inside the washroom, he forced his fist on the marble basin countertop, his eyes piercingly bitter. He sneered.
'Damn you, Raine!’
He took out his phone with his bruised hand. With that bitter smile on his face, he dialed the number that he had ingrained in his mind.
'The call you have dialed is busy. Please try again later.
The line was busy?
He narrowed his eyes and threw his mobile phone on the basin countertop, then leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and took a few drags.
The nicotine rushed down his throat and then spread into his lungs.
He was not stupid, of course. He knew she hung up on him on purpose, not that she was really on the line.
He fished out an exquisite diamond ring from his pants pocket. He glanced at it and then tossed it into the trash can.
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