Carl didn't look at her any longer and walked straight into the elevator.
Sivan maintained the expression, eyes full of tears.
As soon as the elevator door closed, her expression changed, and the tears were gone, leaving only ambition.
She knew Carl would dump her one day. However, it didn't matter. She had come up with a plan.
It wasn't that easy for Carl to get rid of her. She was not like that idiot Jessica, and would never hand over all the resources she had.
But those resources were nothing. Even with the best resources, she was just an actress. However, if she could marry Carl, she would become Mrs. Jones, and that was glorious.
She had tried so hard to obtain such an opportunity, so she would definitely hold on to it.
Carl drove all the way home.
By the time he got home, it was already midnight.
Carl's parents slept early even in New Year Day. Carl had told them he wouldn't go home for dinner on New Year's Eve. Only the lights at the entrance of the villa and in the courtyard were still on.
Carl looked around the villa, then opened the car window, and looked towards Jessica's villa not far away.
It was pitch-black at the Hicks'.
Carl couldn't help but feel strange. Even if the Hicks family had fallen asleep, the lights at the entrance should be still on. How came it was so dark?
Did Leonardo lie to him?
No, he wouldn't.
Leonardo was very reliable.
Carl took out his phone and sent Jessica a text message, "Come out."
After waiting for a while, he thought Jessica might not reply to him, so he added, "If you don't come out, I will shout your name loudly at the door. I don't care if I'll wake others up."
It was a threat.
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