Valentina kept clinging to the issue relentlessly, and Easton Hols frowned impatiently, his gaze toward her growing even colder, "Whether you accept it or not, whether you believe it or not, I have nothing to do with you anymore."
"I’ll tell you once again, don’t co looking for in the future, and don’t try to find ways to contact my wife." He didn’t believe their eting this afternoon was a coincidence; it must have been her deliberate doing.
"You..."
"Don’t say anything else to , I’ve made myself very clear to you already, let’s leave it at that."
Valentina opened her mouth to say sothing more, but before she could speak, Easton Hols interrupted her.
After speaking, he didn’t care what she thought, didn’t care if she would be sad or angry, as he strode to his car parked nearby.
Watching the man walk away resolutely, Valentina’s heart sank to rock bottom, yet she did not give up. She ran towards the decisive figure chasing after him.
"Easton! Wait for , I still have sothing to say."
When Valentina caught up, she shouted at Easton Hols’s back, and upon hearing her voice, his brows furrowed even more tightly.
Does this woman have no end? She even called him Easton, who allowed her to call him that?
Easton Hols suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around to face Valentina who was catching up, and sternly said, "Don’t call Easton, and stop following ."
He pointed at her with his finger, sternly forbidding her behavior at that mont.
Seeing Easton Hols glaring at her sternly, Valentina instinctively paused, standing in place, montarily unsure whether she should persist in her opinion and catch up.
Seeing that she had stopped, Easton Hols turned again and continued walking towards his car, this ti moving even faster and more resolutely.
Valentina’s feet seed rooted to the spot, not moving an inch, as she watched Easton Hols get into his car and drive away, standing there dumbfounded, unable to snap back to reality for a long ti.
By the ti she recovered, there was no trace of his car’s whereabouts.
Valentina ran to the road outside the small square, turning her head to look at the various directions around the road where a car could have gone, but she didn’t see even a shadow of the car.
Ding dong!
At that mont, the notification sound of a text ssage suddenly ca from her pocket.
Valentina withdrew her gaze from the distant direction of the road, took out the phone from her pocket, unlocked it, and opened the newly received ssage.
"The wedding of Easton Hols and Lily Turner will be held tomorrow in the military district’s auditorium."
The ssage was from a completely unfamiliar number; Valentina had a premonition that the person sending her this ssage was the sa one who had sent the anonymous email.
She dialed the number back, but no one answered after it rang for a long ti, eventually cutting off automatically.
She didn’t give up and dialed again, but the result was the sa: it kept ringing, but no one answered.
She dialed several tis in succession, but the outco remained the sa as the first ti—rang but unanswered.
After many fruitless attempts, Valentina didn’t dial the number again; she thought that if she kept calling, it would only waste her phone’s battery.
Lily Turner! I won’t let you take my man so easily.
Valentina gritted her teeth and softly shouted the na Lily Turner, putting away her phone. She turned around and returned to her car, and after getting in, she drove away from the small square.
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