Before the lady spoke, she seemingly saw through everything and snatched the words right from her mouth, "Don’t worry, I’m not playing hard to get. Even if I’m no longer associated with the Lawrence Family, I’m still Skye Lawrence! I won’t live or die for a man!"
"And." She looked at the woman whose face had slightly changed, with a mocking expression, and said coldly, "Rember clearly, I’m not the one clinging to your son. It’s your son forcing to marry him!"
The lady’s face changed.
Skye Lawrence had already spoken with cool indifference, "I’m not feeling well today, I’m afraid I can’t entertain you. Please leave, Madam."
"You—"
Mrs. Oscar stood up, her face changing repeatedly, no longer concealing the disdain in her eyes. She pointed directly at Skye Lawrence and said, "You think you are still the First Young Lady of the Lawrence Family? Ha, you are nothing now! The Lawrence Family doesn’t want you! Without the Lawrence Family, what are you? Do you think I want to stay here? As long as you don’t cling to my son, I’m not bothered with your current status at all!"
After she finished speaking, she left with her bodyguards without looking back, giving Skye Lawrence a cold snort before leaving.
From start to finish, Skye Lawrence kept her lips tightly shut, not arguing with her.
After she left, the mansion beca completely silent. It was only then that she changed into another outfit, picked up the car keys from the entrance hall, and went out the door...
...
In Elite Bar, the powerful music beats made it feel like a city that never sleeps.
Hot beautiful won were dancing wildly on stage, and many n were venting the pressures of life along with them. The lively music and laughter were deafening, making it difficult to hear anything else.
Skye Lawrence sat in a corner of the bar, pushed the empty glass to the bartender, and said indifferently, "Another glass."
With her delicate figure and noble deanor, coupled with a unique boldness not found in ordinary beautiful won, she particularly attracted n’s attention.
But she seed oblivious, drinking one glass after another, and in no ti, her alabaster-like face was tinged with a blush. Her beautiful eyes appeared even more dazzling, arousing an involuntary desire to conquer from others.
Two n at the next table had been watching her for a long ti. Seeing she had almost finished drinking, they each grabbed a drink and sat down on either side of her to strike up a conversation, "Beautiful lady, alone?"
Although Skye Lawrence was slightly tipsy, she had no interest in such n trying to flirt with her. She ignored them and handed the empty glass back to the bartender, "Sothing different."
The two, unfazed by being ignored by the beauty, shalessly poured themselves a drink. Grinning, they moved closer, "Beauty, in a bad mood? Did sothing happen? Want to tell about it? You can talk to , after all, we don’t know each other, and I won’t spill it. Keeping it all bottled up inside must be tough, don’t you think?"
The bartender handed her another freshly mixed drink, and Skye Lawrence’s pale hand picked up the cocktail. Her beautiful eyes swept coldly over the two, letting out a sneer as she continued drinking on her own.
She’s seen all kinds of n, and such lowly flirtations, with those pretending to care, made her feel disgusted.
She was just in a bad mood and ca out for a drink, yet even in such a place, there were still people who ca up to disgust her.
Could it be that she could find nowhere quiet to stay?
She didn’t know. The colder and more aloof she was, the more it seed to rouse n’s desire to conquer.
The two of them exchanged a glance, and one of them slowly reached out to touch her hand, "Beauty, are you really that unhappy? I an no harm, you don’t need to be afraid..."
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