Sumr Monroe never considered herself a good person.
On the contrary, she believed in exacting revenge and would not forget what Felix Jennings had done just because of his attitude.
But in addition to her principle of seeking revenge, she decided to give Felix a discount.
Because given what Felix had done, he deserved to be in The Vanguard Prison.
"Ten years..." Felix’s expression was inscrutable, and Sumr couldn’t guess what he was thinking.
She said, "After ten years, if you can’t find a job, you can co to ."
Felix was even more surprised.
At this mont, he finally realized that his mindset was not just a notch below Sumr’s.
He choked up, nodded, and forced out a smile, saying, "Alright, if I can’t find a job after ten years, I’ll co to you."
Unknowingly, his address for Sumr changed from "you" to "you" in a more respectful tone.
In fact, he had been planning to end his life before going to prison because he no longer had any goals in life, but at this mont, he suddenly found hope to live on.
Committing suicide for a heartless person like Stella Monroe would be too foolish.
After Sumr left the hospital room, she looked at Damian Knight with the contract in hand and said, "Suddenly there’s more money, let’s go, sister will treat you to a al."
Damian Knight wrapped his arm around Sumr’s shoulder and laughed, "Sure, sister, are you going to support from now on?"
His tone was lazy, and when he pronounced "sister," he deliberately elongated it, tender and soft, yet his eyes were full of teasing, making Sumr inexplicably feel like she was being flirted with.
At this mont, Damian deliberately leaned closer, his eyes directly eting hers.
"What are you doing? Stay away from !" Sumr instinctively pushed Damian Knight.
Damian instantly caught her wrist.
Sumr reflexively tried to break free, but she didn’t control her strength, and her palm swung right at Damian’s face.
"Slap—" A crisp sound of a slap echoed through the corridor.
The bodyguard hidden in the shadows widened his eyes in terror and then abruptly looked away, as if he had seen sothing frightening, feigning ignorance of what had just happened.
Standing in the open, Assistant Shelton was less fortunate; he awkwardly turned around, forgetting to breathe out of fear.
Would Young Master Knight be angry this ti? Even though the other person is Sumr Monroe.
After all, having followed Young Master Knight for many years, he had never seen anyone dare to slap him.
Sumr herself was stunned, and after being dazed for two seconds, she repeatedly apologized, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t an to! I was just trying to pull my hand back, I didn’t an to hit you!"
Who would have thought that Damian would lean in at that mont, causing her hand to give him a solid slap?
Heaven knows! She didn’t an to hit him!
Sumr was in a panic, filled with regret and worry, with a hint of fear.
She was worried that Damian would be angry.
Sumr bravely looked at Damian. To her surprise, Damian himself looked bewildered.
The next mont, Damian feigned a pout, pointed at his slapped cheek, and said, "It hurts, needs so rubbing."
"Huh? What?" Sumr was dumbfounded.
Damian, however, took her hand and rubbed it on his face.
Sumr’s anxious heart settled, and she apologetically massaged Damian’s face.
His face felt warm to the touch, with a gritty sensation near his lips from unshaven stubble.
Damian’s lips curled slightly as he rubbed his face against Sumr’s palm and said, "Let’s go, let’s take Dottie and her dad ho and then head back ourselves."
This slap, he’d have to recover from elsewhere.
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