Carl gave Molly a you-are-an-idiot look, "Just don't let her know, okay?"
"But Jessica is no longer a child. She is my boss, and you are not," Molly protested in a mumble.
Carl said, "Then give me my money back."
After Molly escaped the wedding, she had been financially relying on Carl. She had got a lot of his money.
She couldn't afford it!
She would have to put herself on sale to pay the debts.
Molly pouted and said, "When you need me, you see me as a sister. When you don't need me, you see yourself as a creditor. Is that what a gentleman does?"
"Gentleman? Go find Christopher." Carl then turned around and left.
"What does it have to do with Christopher? Why did you and Jessica keep mentioning Christopher from time to time as if we were related."
"Carl, where are you going now? Are you going to find Jessica? Why didn't you call her before you came? Next time, remember to call her in advance..." Molly followed him up.
Carl turned around and stared coldly at Molly.
Molly immediately shut up and took a few steps back to escape.
But it was too late.
Carl had already fought back, "Do you think I'm that stupid?"
Molly immediately shook her head.
The forum Jessica went to was full of
experienced peers in her line of work.
Ordinary actors, or newbies, would not receive the invitation.
When it came to an end, it was already evening.
The evening party was called off because some of them were scheduled.
The place was quiet with a strong security system, so the media couldn't get there.
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