She wants Sheryl Lancaster hiding in the shadows to see clearly, her little sches are no longer effective. If she brings Luna Lancaster here, wouldn’t she be eager to show up?
Lowering her head, lody Thorne’s small hand was held tightly by Jared Quinn, his strong fingers kneading. "Since your brain is so bright, tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day arrangents will be handed over to you."
His deep voice flowed slowly like a cello. lody Thorne found it sowhat headache-inducing; how would she know how to arrange things? She’s busy, okay?
"My brain cells are overworked, and I’m suddenly having a headache," lody Thorne said, holding her forehead with one hand.
"It’s decided then," Jared Quinn stood up. "Unless you can satisfy tomorrow, otherwise your freedom, your independence, all will be taken back."
"Jared Quinn, you’re cheating," lody Thorne maliciously opened her mouth and bit his back.
Jared Quinn’s tall and upright figure shook as he turned his head back, his dark eyes filled with an indistinguishable blaze of desire. "Tomorrow, this way works too."
Best if it gets him satisfied.
lody Thorne gritted her teeth. "Dream on, I’m on my period."
Jared Quinn: "..." That’s a problem.
"Co on, let’s go pick up that woman," Jared Quinn said, holding lody Thorne’s small hand.
"Why do you also need to go?"
"To ensure your safety."
Sheryl Lancaster is now hiding sowhere unknown. Hidden knives are the hardest to guard against.
A few luxury cars worth millions drove by on the road, led by an extended Rolls Royce, reflecting the distinguished identity of the owner, attracting almost every gaze on the road.
Outside the hospital, the crowd was packed tightly. Previously, Jared Quinn had been protecting the wife of a murderer, yet today he personally picked up Luna Lancaster from the hospital. It truly is rare!
The road was lined with rows of burly bodyguards, a long red carpet leading directly to the hospital building, showing just how grand today’s spectacle was.
Luna Lancaster was pushed out from inside; except for her immobile legs, everything else was fine.
From a building opposite the hospital, Sheryl Lancaster watched the scene with an intense gaze. Ever since Luna Lancaster posted on Weibo, she had her suspicions. She wanted to clarify things with Luna Lancaster, yet Jared Quinn used such a big spectacle to pick her up.
Why couldn’t she use her brain a bit? Jared Quinn did this simply to clear the Quinn Family’s involvent with the incident, while she, on the other hand, was just a fool being used without realizing it.
"Looks like you’re about to be exposed," Felix Chandler spoke from behind Sheryl Lancaster.
At this rate, Luna Lancaster is bound to tell Jared Quinn the truth, and even the public will know that Sheryl Lancaster isn’t dead.
"Luna wouldn’t say anything," Sheryl Lancaster’s gaze fixed on the outside.
She watched as Luna Lancaster was happily escorted back into the car. What exactly is going on in her head?
"Wouldn’t say? Just because she’s your sister?" Felix Chandler’s big hand brushed against his chin as he chuckled softly.
Perhaps it’s because Ivy died, and he only had her once, so when he saw Sheryl Lancaster’s infatuation with Jared Quinn, it easily stirred up his possessive desires.
He’s now like a pervert, interested in any woman Jared Quinn has, always playing with one—that’s not fun at all.
Sheryl Lancaster didn’t know what he was thinking, her hand brushing over her face half-charred into ashes. "She’s my sister, so she’ll definitely never betray ."
These words only elicited a chuckle from Felix Chandler. Probably the last person who said sothing like this is already dead.
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