Clayton sneered in his heart.
Those good words about him were because he could show a side of himself that he wanted others to see.
He did not say those words himself, so he would not admit it.
Ann’s smile became completely strained.
She looked at him with a cold gaze.
"Fine, then I'll get to the point. Mr. Sloan, why don't we make a deal?”
Clayton looked at her silently.
In Nicole’s home.
Yvette drank cup after cup, cursing as she drank and venting out all her aggression and resentment.
When she drank until she vomited, Nicole and Julie helped her to the bathroom to wash up, then took her t o the bed to rest.
The two of them also drank a lot, but at least they were still conscious.
Julie looked at the time. It was almost 10:00 pm.
"I have to go back."
Nicole held her forehead. "It's already so late. Just stay the night before leaving.”
Julie shook her head. "I can’t. I have a flight to Milan early tomorrow morning. I have a very important show."
Then, she walked to the table to get her phone.
Turning it on, she realized that it was the wrong one.
"This is Yvette's phone. Give it to her when she wakes up."
Nicole nodded.
Suddenly, Julie narrowed her eyes and looked at the empty screen.
She showed it to Nicole.
“One whole night, but that man really didn’t even give Yvette a single call...”
Julie sighed. "Yvette's relationship is too rough. That man doesn't care as much about her as she thought, right?"
Nicole laughed.
"If he cared, it wouldn’t be us chasing after her but him."
Julie felt that there was truth in those words. She hoped that Yvette would be able to get out of this fruitless relationship in time.
She took her bag and went to put on her coat.
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