"Don’t go over just yet, wait a mont," lody Thorne leaned back on the rear seat, her pale wrist supporting her delicate chin. Could it be that Rochelle Thorne and she know each other?
Rochelle Thorne eagerly linked arms with Sila, her smile dazzling, but who knows what was going on. This woman she t at a bar, she could tell at a glance that she was extrely wealthy. Everything she wore from head to toe was extraordinarily valuable, worth at least a few million, yet she wore them as if it were nothing.
Why not cling to soone rich, especially when they’re so nice to her, with those two parents of the Thorne Family no longer having the ti to care about her.
That Finn Thorne took charge of the company, only giving her a little allowance, and nothing else.
It wasn’t enough for her to live lavishly.
Rochelle Thorne suddenly spotted lody Thorne sitting in the car, arrogantly lifted her chin, and gave her the middle finger.
"Do you know that woman?" Nina King asked, pointing at Rochelle Thorne, and raised two fingers at her. Rochelle’s face imdiately turned unpleasant.
"What’s wrong?" Sila tilted her head to glance at the girl beside her, with a faint smile in her tone, gentle and doting.
"It’s nothing, just saw soone particularly annoying. That woman always bullies , even slapped ," as she spoke, Rochelle’s eyes reddened. "And not just once, she slapped my face twice."
Seeing her aggrieved appearance and the encounter of being slapped twice, Sila’s expression imdiately turned sowhat unsightly, looking at the girl beside her with a guilty tone, "Your parents don’t intervene when she hits you?"
"Ugh, don’t bring it up. They don’t care at all. They’d rather I get beaten to death," Rochelle continued to lie with her eyes wide open. If she had known she’d end up poor here, she might as well have stayed with her godfather. What’s the use of acknowledging a mother who has no money?
"Poor child," the woman looked at her with increasing pity. "If anyone bullies you in the future, you can tell ."
"Okay," Rochelle replied cheerfully.
Only after the two figures walked away did lody Thorne speak softly, "She’s also part of the Thorne Family, probably considered a sister, but we don’t get along."
"I can tell you don’t get along," Nina King sneered, driving the car to the back entrance of the hotel. "Let’s go."
After moving all of lody’s necessary items, Nina, slightly out of breath, was about to close the door when a pair of large hands stopped it—joints distinct, smooth and beautiful. Looking up, they were t with a pair of deep and cold eyes, like an abyss, one would get lost if they touched it. The aura was strong, and Nina imdiately withdrew her hand.
Smartly, she turned around and called, "lody, your beloved husband’s here."
Inside, lody Thorne was pairing so outfits, many of which were especially brought over from Crestfall. She knew Sila’s style very well, so she had Nina prepare clothes that closely matched hers, hoping to capture that essence.
"Young Thorne," Jared Quinn’s tall and elegant figure lazily leaned against the bedroom door fra, one long leg slightly bent, a smile playing at his thin lips.
His deep voice carried his usual style, incredibly alluring and seductive.
His gaze fell on lody’s belly, fearing any unexpected accidents.
Hearing this voice made lody even more frustrated, it was clear that he knew about her setting up an agency long ago, just didn’t let it slip.
Hmph, deceiving her again.
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