In those deep blue eyes, there was no ripple, yet the warning in his tone could be felt, "It’s the Goldsmith Family and Lawrence Corporation that tead up against us. You should be well aware of why that long-retired Old Master from the Lawrence Family suddenly stepped in."
Skye Lawrence paused for a mont, then sneered, "Don’t push everything onto . You know better than I do why the Old Master acted. I am not the main reason; the real reason is that your hands reached too far. Did you think the Old Master wouldn’t find out about your involvent in the shareholders’ eting? Anything that’s done will inevitably leave traces. You’re too naive to play with the Old Master!"
She was taught by Old Master Lawrence.
All her business skills were learned from Old Master Lawrence.
To put it bluntly, even she couldn’t outplay the Old Master.
Where did he get the confidence that he could erase the traces of his involvent?
"As for why you got involved in the shareholders’ eting, don’t say it was because of . If you want a piece of the pie, you must bear the consequences of failure. Do I need to tell you this?"
Oscar and she were partners.
A trade of interests.
She wanted to use the shareholders’ eting to threaten Baron and Enna Clark to break up.
And he wanted to take advantage to benefit the family.
So, it was rely a transaction of interests between them.
Now it has failed; she bears the consequences she ought to bear, and Oscar now bears the consequences he ought to.
As soon as she finished speaking, her chin was suddenly gripped.
The man holding the plate of carefully sliced apples suddenly leaned in, his handso face magnifying before her eyes with a hint of anger, "Skye Lawrence, has anyone ever told you that a woman shouldn’t be too assertive in front of a man?"
"No man likes his woman to be overly assertive."
Especially how she was too calm, analyzing with him, speaking to him calmly, drawing clear lines.
This clarity was clarity for an outsider.
"Don’t forget your current identity is Mrs. Oscar!" Oscar suddenly released his grip, coldly reminded her.
Skye Lawrence, with her chin lifted and then released, was pushed back against the pillow.
Luckily, the pillow was very soft, so it wasn’t really hitting her waist.
Even so, the already cramping stomach still sent a sharp pain.
Cold sweat as big as beans appeared on her forehead, her face pale, she sneered, "I have not forgotten my identity. My identity doesn’t an I should bear responsibilities that aren’t mine. You’d better not forget, I am Mrs. Oscar, but also myself. I am Skye Lawrence first, then your so-called Mrs. Oscar!"
She was simply like this, unchangeable.
"If you liked gentle won, you shouldn’t have chosen from the start. That way, both of us could be freed."
Oscar suddenly approached her, his wickedly charming blue eyes deep and unfathomable, squeezed out three words through clenched teeth, "Dream on!"
After speaking, he straightened up and returned to his gentlemanly deanor, saying, "You being Mrs. Oscar is sothing that cannot be changed. I said, we are alike. People like us are best at hurting each other. Do you not think that if it were anyone else together, wouldn’t they be pitiful?"
Humiliated by him, Skye Lawrence pursed her lips tightly, not responding. She just calmly stared at him.
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